Poem by Wilfred Owen

Roundel

In Shrewsbury Town e'en Hercules wox tired,
Tired of the streets that end not up nor down;
Tired of the Quarry, though seats may be hired
Of Shrewsbury Town.

Tired of the tongues that knew not his renown;
Tired of the Quarry Bye-Laws, so admired
By the Salopian, the somnambulant clown.

Weak as a babe, and in like wise attired,
He leaned upon his club; frowned a last frown,
And of ineffable boredom, so expired
In Shrewsbury Town. 

1. On My Songs
2. Training
3. Schoolmistress
4. Cramped in That Funnelled Hole
5. The Chances

Geoffrey Chaucer Roundel ("Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft")

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