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It lieth low near merry England's heart	A
Like a long buried sin and Englishmen	B
Forget that in its death their sires had part	A
And like a sin Time lays it bare again	C
To tell of races wronged	D
And ancient glories suddenly overcast	E
And treasures flung to fire and rabble wrath	F
If thou hast ever longed	D
To lift the gloomy curtain of Time Past	E
And spy the secret things that Hades hath	F
Here through this riven ground take such a view	G
The dust that fell unnoted as a dew	G
Wrapped the dead city's face like mummy cloth	H
All is as was except for worm and moth	H
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Since Jove was worshipped under Wrekin's shade	I
Or Latin phrase was writ in Shropshire stone	J
Since Druid chaunts desponded in this glade	I
Or Tuscan general called that field his own	J
How long ago How long	K
How long since wanderers in the Stretton Hills	L
Met men of shaggy hair and savage jaw	M
With flint and copper prong	K
Aiming behind their dikes and thorny grilles	L
Ah those were days before the axe and saw	L
Then were the nights when this mid forest town	N
Held breath to hear the wolves come yelping down	N
And ponderous bears 'long Severn lifted paw	L
And nuzzling boars ran grunting through the shaw	L
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Ah me full fifteen hundred times the wheat	O
Hath risen and bowed and fallen to human hunger	P
Since those imperial days were made complete	O
The weary moon hath waxen old and younger	P
These eighteen thousand times	L
Without a shrine to greet her gentle ray	Q
And other temples rose to Power and Pelf	G
And chimed centurial chimes	L
Until their very bells are worn away	Q
While King by King lay cold on vaulted shelf	G
And wars closed wars and many a Marmion fell	R
And dearths and plagues holp sire and son to hell	R
And old age stiffened many a lively elf	G
And many a poet's heart outdrained itself	G
	-
I had forgot that so remote an age	S
Beyond the horizon of our little sight	T
Is far from us by no more spanless gauge	S
Than day and night succeeding day and night	T
Until I looked on Thee	U
Thou ghost of a dead city or its husk	V
But even as we could walk by field and hedge	W
Hence to the distant sea	U
So by the rote of common dawn and dusk	V
We travel back to history's utmost edge	W
Yea when through thy old streets I took my way	Q
And recked a thousand years as yesterday	Q
Methought sage fancy wrought a sacrilege	X
To steal for me such godly privilege	X
	-
For here lie remnants from a banquet table	Y
Oysters and marrow bones and seeds of grape	Z
The statement of whose age must sound a fable	Y
And Samian jars whose sheen and flawless shape	Z
Look fresh from potter's mould	A2
Plasters with Roman finger marks impressed	B2
Bracelets that from the warm Italian arm	C2
Might seem to be scarce cold	A2
And spears the same that pushed the Cymry west	B2
Unblunted yet with tools of forge and farm	C2
Abandoned as a man in sudden fear	D2
Drops what he holds to help his swift career	D2
For sudden was Rome's flight and wild the alarm	C2
The Saxon shock was like Vesuvius' qualm	C2
	-
O ye who prate of modern art and craft	E2
Mark well that Gaulish brooch and test that screw	G
Art's fairest buds on antique stem are graft	E2
Under the sun is nothing wholly new	G
At Viricon today	Q
The village anvil rests on Roman base	L
And in a garden may be seen a bower	P
With pillars for its stay	Q
That anciently in basilic had place	L
The church's font is but a pagan dower	F2
A Temple's column hollowed into this	L
So is the glory of our artifice	L
Our pleasure and our worship but the flower	P
Of Roman custom and of Roman power	P
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O ye who laugh and living as if Time	C2
Meant but the twelve hours ticking round your dial	Y
Find it too short for thee watch the sublime	C2
Slow epochal time registers awhile	G2
Which are Antiquities	L
O ye who weep and call all your life too long	K
And moan Was ever sorrow like to mine	H2
Muse on the memories	L
That sad sepulchral stones and ruins prolong	K
Here might men drink of wonder like strong wine	H2
And feel ephemeral troubles soothed and curbed	I2
Yet farmers wroth to have their laws disturbed	I2
Are sooner roused for little loss to pine	H2
Than we are moved by mighty woes long syne	H2
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Above this reverend ground what traveller checks	L
Yet cities such as these one time would breed	J2
Apocalyptic visions of world wrecks	L
Let Saxon men return to them and heed	J2
They slew and burnt	K2
But after prized what Rome had given away	Q
Out of her strength and her prosperity	U
Have they yet learnt	K2
The precious truth distilled from Rome's decay	Q
Ruins On England's heart press heavily	U
For Rome hath left us more than walls and words	L
And better yet shall leave and more than herds	L
Or land or gold gave the Celts to us in fee	U
E'en Blood which makes poets sing and prophets see	U

Wilfred Owen

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