by Siegfried Sassoon
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon
by Siegfried Sassoon
With day-break and the morning hills behind you.
There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.
Not from the past you'll come, but from that deep
Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:
And I shall know the sense of life re-born
From dreams into the mystery of morn
Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there
Till that calm song is done, at last we'll share
The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are
Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn's one star.
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1 comment:
Sigh...
Peace <3
Jay
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