They know not the green leaves;
In whose earth-haunting dream
Dimly the forest heaves,
And voiceless goes the stream.
Strangely they seek a place
In love's night-memoried hall;
Peering from face to face,
Until some heart shall call
And keep them, for a breath,
Half-mortal … (Hark to the rain!)…
They are dead … (O hear how death
Gropes on the shutter'd pane!)
Wraiths
Siegfried Sassoon
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Poem topics: breath, death, dream, green, heart, night, rain, earth, place, hear, stream, love, I love you, face, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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