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Siegfried Loraine Sassoon was an English poet and author.
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Siegfried Sassoon's poems
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They threw me from the gates: my matted hair
Was dank with dungeon wetness; my spent frame
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GOD with a Roll of Honour in His hand
Sits welcoming the heroes who have died,
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Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares
That flood the field with shallow, blanching light.
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Old English songs, you bring to me
A simple sweetness somewhat kin
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Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep;
It was past twelve on a mid-winter night,
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Soldiers are citizens of death's gray land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.
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When meadows are grey with the morn
In the dusk of the woods it is night:
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Give me your hand, my brother, search my face;
Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame;
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When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried,
Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died,
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I love all things that pass: their briefness is
Music that fades on transient silences.
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Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
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Your dextrous wit will haunt us long
Wounding our grief with yesterday.
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Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
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Evening was in the wood, louring with storm.
A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool
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