Seeing we never found gay fairyland <br />(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon) <br />And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon <br />For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned; <br />Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned; <br />Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune; <br />Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon, <br />And from high Paradise are cursed and banned; <br /> <br />-Let's die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus <br />Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance. <br />Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us. <br />To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence. <br />Are not girls' breasts a clear, strong Acropole? <br />-There our oun mothers' tears shall heal us whole.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-heaven/
