To The Bitter Sweet-Heart: A Dream
TO THE BITTER SWEET-HEART: A DREAM by WILFRED OWEN
One evening Eros took me by the hand, And having folded feathers round my head, Or sleep like feathers, towards a far hope sped, I groping, for he bade me understand He would soon fill with Yours my other hand--- But when I heard his singing wings expand My face fell deeply in his shoulder. Sweet moons we flew thus, yet I waned not older But in his exquisiteness I flagged, unmanned Till, when his wings were drooping to an end Feeling my empty hand fulfilled with His, I knew Love gave himself my passion-friend. So my old quest of you requited is, Ampler than e'er I asked of your girl's grace. I shall not ask you more, nor see your face.
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|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Title||To The Bitter Sweet-Heart: A Dream|
|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||One evening Eros took me by the hand,|
|Publication source||The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen|
|Publication editor||Stallworthy, Jon|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|