The Two Reflections
THE TWO REFLECTIONS by WILFRED OWEN
I seldom look into thy brown eyes, child, But I behold in them the deep, cool shade Of summer woods. Hence always, if dismayed To think how quickly Time hath us beguiled Of those enchanted days, when forest-wild, We roamed the copses, and so gaily played; I feel about me yet the dusky glade, And June's late light through long lanes, beechen-aisled. And in the glistening of thy fragrant hair Sparkles the scented rain that glistened then. But ah! I see, too, thou being otherwhere, Thy shadowy eyes in every low-lit glen; Thy locks in every sun-gilt shower, and there In those sweet glooms, find sorrow unaware.
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|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Title||The Two Reflections|
|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||I seldom look into thy brown eyes, child,|
|Publication source||The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen|
|Publication editor||Stallworthy, Jon|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|