Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)

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As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil,
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

Like pearls which noble women wear
And, tarnishing, awhile confide
Unto the old salt sea to feed,
Many return more lustrous than they were.

But what of them buried profound,
Buried where we can no more find.
Who ( )
Lie dark for ever under abysmal war? 

1. The Chances
2. Has Your Soul Sipped?
3. Maundy Thursday
4. On My Songs
5. I Know the Music

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