In twos and threes, they have not far to roam,
Crowds that thread eastward, gay of eyes;
Those seek no further than their quiet home,
Wives, walking westward, slow and wise.
Neither should I go fooling over clouds,
Following gleams unsafe, untrue,
And tiring after beauty through star-crowds,
Dared I go side by side with you;
Or be you in the gutter where you stand,
Pale rain-flawed phantom of the place,
With news of all the nations in your hand,
And all their sorrows in your face.
Six O'clock In Princes Street
Wilfred Owen
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Poem topics: beauty, home, rain, star, wise, place, face, stand, walking, slow, quiet, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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