"The End," Wilfred Owen

The EndAfter the blast of lightning from the east, The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne; After the drums of time have rolled and ceased, And by the bronze west long retreat is blown, Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage?--Or fill these void veins full again with youth, And wash, with an immortal water, Age? When I do ask white Age he