The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
Wilfred OwenThe war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
Wilfred OwenChildren are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.
Wilfred Owen