Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG OF SONGS, by WILFRED OWEN


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First Line: Sing me at morn but only with your laugh
Last Line: Throbbing though you, and sobbing unsubdued.
Subject(s): Love; Singing & Singers; Soldiers' Writings


Sing me at morn but only with your laugh;
Even as Spring that laugheth into leaf;
Even as Love that laugheth after Life.

Sing me but only with your speech all day,
As voluble leaflets do; let viols die;
The least word of your lips is melody!

Sing me at eve but only with your sigh!
Like lifting seas it solaceth; breathe so,
Slowly and low, the sense that no songs say.

Sing me at midnight with your mumurous heart!
Let youth's immortal-moaning chords be heard
Throbbing though you, and sobbing unsubdued.





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