Greater Love

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Robert Donat - Pop

Greater Love

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Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed Rolling and rolling there Where God seems not to care; Till the fierce love they bear Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude Your voice sings not so soft,- Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,- Your dear voice is not dear Gentle, and evening clear As theirs whom none now hear Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot; And though your hand be pale Paler are all which trail Your cross through flame and hail: Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not

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Writers
  • Wilfred Owen