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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>But I Was Looking at the Permanent Stars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,<br>And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Voices of boys were by the river-side.<br>Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.<br>The shadow of the morrow weighed on men.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Voices of old despondency resigned,<br>Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">( ) dying tone<br>Of receding voices that will not return.<br>The wailing of the high far-travelling shells<br>And the deep cursing of the provoking ( )</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536224" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The monstrous anger of our taciturn guns.<br>The majesty of the insults of their mouths.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Wilfred+Owen">Wilfred Owen</a></strong></div>

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