“And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.”

— Wilfred Owen , The End

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English poet and soldier (1893-1918) 1893–1918

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