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Siegfried Sassoon - Falling Asleep
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Voices moving about in the quiet house:   
Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors:   
Everyone yawning. Only the clocks are alert.   
   
Out in the night there’s autumn-smelling gloom   
Crowded with whispering trees; across the park
A hollow cry of hounds like lonely bells:   
And I know that the clouds are moving across the moon;   
The low, red, rising moon. Now herons call   
And wrangle by their pool; and hooting owls   
Sail from the wood above pale stooks of oats.
   
Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these;   
And where to-day was dream-like, build my dreams.   
Music… there was a bright white room below,   
And someone singing a song about a soldier,   
One hour, two hours ago: and soon the song
Will be ‘last night’: but now the beauty swings   
Across my brain, ghost of remembered chords   
Which still can make such radiance in my dream   
That I can watch the marching of my soldiers,   
And count their faces; faces; sunlit faces.
   
Falling asleep… the herons, and the hounds….   
September in the darkness; and the world   
I’ve known; all fading past me into peace.
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