Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night.
And I heard a voice crying
This is the Path of Glory.
More verses by Wilfred Owen
- The Send-Off
- At A Calvary Near The Ancre
- Greater Love
- [i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]
- Apologia Pro Poemate Meo