THE PROMISERS by WILFRED OWEN
When I awoke, the glancing day looked gay; The air said: Fare you fleetly; you will meet him! And when the prosp'rous sun was well begun, I heard a bird say: Sweetly you shall greet him!
The sun fell strong and bold upon my shoulder; It hung, it clung as it were my friend's arm. The birds fifed on before, shrill-piping pipers, Right down to town; and there they ceased to charm.
And there I wandered till the noon came soon, And chimed: The time is hastening with his face! Sly twilight said: I bring him; wait till late! But darkness harked forlorn to my lone pace.
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|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Copyright||The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.|
|First line||When I awoke, the glancing day looked gay|
|Publication source||The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen|
|Publication editor||Stallworthy, Jon|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|