Sonnet (Daily I muse on her...)
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Sonnet (Daily I muse on her...)
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Daily I muse on her; I muse and fret;
And take her little face between each hand;
But spare her---even imagined---kisses yet.
It is because, when first that face I scanned,
It wakened doubts I may no more forget,
And curious dreads I cannot understand.
They reach beyond the fears fond lovers pet,
That faith may change ere death; for they demand:
'What of her after Death? Shall we persist?
Will Death be merciful and keep her whole?'
In wonderment at this, I have not kissed;
And even now methought a whisper stole:
'Hast thou so learned Love's Law, and yet not wist
Her Beauty lives not? How, then, can her Soul?'
And take her little face between each hand;
But spare her---even imagined---kisses yet.
It is because, when first that face I scanned,
It wakened doubts I may no more forget,
And curious dreads I cannot understand.
They reach beyond the fears fond lovers pet,
That faith may change ere death; for they demand:
'What of her after Death? Shall we persist?
Will Death be merciful and keep her whole?'
In wonderment at this, I have not kissed;
And even now methought a whisper stole:
'Hast thou so learned Love's Law, and yet not wist
Her Beauty lives not? How, then, can her Soul?'
Identifier
3310.txt
Creator
Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)
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Date
1913-01
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
Source
The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983., #39 CPF vol. 1, p. 63),
