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. Spells And Incantations
2. I Know the Music
3. My Shy Hand
4. On My Songs
5. O World of Many Worlds

Dorothy Parker Roundel ("She's passing fair; but so demure is she")

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