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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Greater Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Red lips are not so red <br>As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. <br>Kindness of wooed and wooer <br>Seems shame to their love pure. <br>O Love, your eyes lose lure <br>When I behold eyes blinded in my stead! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Your slender attitude <br>Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed, <br>Rolling and rolling there <br>Where God seems not to care; <br>Till the fierce love they bear <br>Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Your voice sings not so soft,- <br>Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,- <br>Your dear voice is not dear, <br>Gentle, and evening clear, <br>As theirs whom none now hear, <br>Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=536233" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heart, you were never hot <br>Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot; <br>And though your hand be pale, <br>Paler are all which trail <br>Your cross through flame and hail: <br>Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.</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>