Wilfred Owen - Elegy in April and September

Lyrics

Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen… I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves And a low whistle by the water's brim Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so gaily,- Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives Who follow gleams more golden and more slim Look, brook! O run and look, O run! The vain reeds shook? - Yet search till gray sea heaves And I will stray among these fields for him Gaze, daisy! Stare through haze and glare And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose… Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn… Brood, wood, and muse, yews The ways gods use we have not understood Muse, yews, and brood, wood…