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I	A
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Because the night was falling warm and still	B
Upon a golden day at April's end	C
I thought I will go up the hill once more	D
To find the face of him that I have lost	E
And speak with him before his ghost has flown	F
Far from the earth that might not keep him long	G
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So down the road I went pausing to see	H
How slow the dusk drew on and how the folk	I
Loitered about their doorways well content	J
With the fine weather and the waxing year	K
The miller's house that glimmered with grey walls	L
Turned me aside and for a while I leaned	M
Along the tottering rail beside the bridge	N
To watch the dripping mill wheel green with damp	O
The miller peered at me with shadowed eyes	P
And pallid face I could not hear his voice	Q
For sound of the weir's plunging He was old	R
His days went round with the unhurrying wheel	S
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Moving along the street each side I saw	T
The humble kindly folk in lamp lit rooms	U
Children at table simple homely wives	V
Strong grizzled men and soldiers back from war	D
Scaring the gaping elders with loud talk	W
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Soon all the jumbled roofs were down the hill	B
And I was turning up the grassy lane	X
That goes to the big empty house that stands	Y
Above the town half hid by towering trees	Z
I looked below and saw the glinting lights	A2
I heard the treble cries of bustling life	B2
And mirth and scolding and the grind of wheels	C2
An engine whistled piercing shrill and called	D2
High echoes from the sombre slopes afar	E2
Then a long line of trucks began to move	F2
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It was quite still the columned chestnuts stood	G2
Dark in their noble canopies of leaves	H2
I thought 'A little longer I'll delay	I2
And then he'll be more glad to hear my feet	J2
And with low laughter ask me why I'm late	K2
The place will be too dim to show his eyes	P
But he will loom above me like a tree	H
With lifted arms and body tall and strong '	-
	-
There stood the empty house a ghostly hulk	L2
Becalmed and huge massed in the mantling dark	M2
As builders left it when quick shattering war	D
Leapt upon France and called her men to fight	N2
Lightly along the terraces I trod	O2
Crunching the rubble till I found the door	D
That gaped in twilight framing inward gloom	P2
An owl flew out from under the high eaves	H2
To vanish secretly among the firs	Q2
Where lofty boughs netted the gleam of stars	R2
I stumbled in the dusty floors were strewn	S2
With cumbering piles of planks and props and beams	T2
Tall windows gapped the walls the place was free	H
To every searching gust and jousting gale	U2
But now they slept I was afraid to speak	V2
And heavily the shadows crowded in	W2
	-
I called him once then listened nothing moved	X2
Only my thumping heart beat out the time	Y2
Whispering his name I groped from room to room	P2
	-
Quite empty was that house it could not hold	R
His human ghost remembered in the love	Z2
That strove in vain to be companioned still	B
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II	A
	-
Blindly I sought the woods that I had known	F
So beautiful with morning when I came	A3
Amazed with spring that wove the hazel twigs	B3
With misty raiment of awakening green	C3
I found a holy dimness and the peace	D3
Of sanctuary austerely built of trees	Z
And wonder stooping from the tranquil sky	A
	-
Ah but there was no need to call his name	A3
He was beside me now as swift as light	N2
I knew him crushed to earth in scentless flowers	Q2
And lifted in the rapture of dark pines	E3
'For now ' he said 'my spirit has more eyes	P
Than heaven has stars and they are lit by love	Z2
My body is the magic of the world	F3
And dawn and sunset flame with my spilt blood	G3
My breath is the great wind and I am filled	H3
With molten power and surge of the bright waves	I3
That chant my doom along the ocean's edge	J3
	-
'Look in the faces of the flowers and find	K3
The innocence that shrives me stoop to the stream	L3
That you may share the wisdom of my peace	D3
For talking water travels undismayed	K3
The luminous willows lean to it with tales	M3
Of the young earth and swallows dip their wings	N3
Where showering hawthorn strews the lanes of light	K3
	-
'I can remember summer in one thought	K3
Of wind swept green and deeps of melting blue	O3
And scent of limes in bloom and I can hear	P3
Distinct the early mower in the grass	Q3
Whetting his blade along some morn of June	S2
	-
'For I was born to the round world's delight	K3
And knowledge of enfolding motherhood	K3
Whose tenderness that shines through constant toil	R3
Gathers the naked children to her knees	Z
In death I can remember how she came	A3
To kiss me while I slept still I can share	S3
The glee of childhood and the fleeting gloom	P2
When all my flowers were washed with rain of tears	T3
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'I triumph in the choruses of birds	U3
Bursting like April buds in gyres of song	G
My meditations are the blaze of noon	S2
On silent woods where glory burns the leaves	H2
I have shared breathless vigils I have slaked	K3
The thirst of my desires in bounteous rain	X
Pouring and splashing downward through the dark	M2
Loud storm has roused me with its winking glare	S3
And voice of doom that crackles overhead	K3
I have been tired and watchful craving rest	K3
Till the slow footed hours have touched my brows	V3
And laid me on the breast of sundering sleep '	-
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III	A
	-
I know that he is lost among the stars	R2
And may return no more but in their light	K3
Though his hushed voice may call me in the stir	W3
Of whispering trees I shall not understand	K3
Men may not speak with stillness and the joy	X3
Of brooks that leap and tumble down green hills	Y3
Is faster than their feet and all their thoughts	Z3
Can win no meaning from the talk of birds	U3
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My heart is fooled with fancies being wise	P
For fancy is the gleaming of wet flowers	Q2
When the hid sun looks forth with golden stare	S3
Thus when I find new loveliness to praise	A4
And things long known shine out in sudden grace	B4
Then will I think 'He moves before me now '	-
So he will never come but in delight	K3
And as it was in life his name shall be	H
Wonder awaking in a summer dawn	C4
And youth that dying touched my lips to song	G

Siegfried Sassoon

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