The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed.
From off your face, into the winds of winter,
The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing;
But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter,
When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing,
And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.
Winter Song
Wilfred Owen
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Poem topics: beauty, heaven, snow, summer, winter, brown, face, gold, soft, spiritual, dawn, sun, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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