The Architect's Hand

With careful hand and watchful eye,
He saved the glories of days gone by.
From marble statues to aqueducts grand,
Preserved by the wisdom of his command.

About Wilfred Owen

War poet whose visceral, anti-war verse exposed the horrors of trench warfare; killed one week before Armistice.

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