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Siegfried Sassoon - To-Day
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This is To-day, a child in white and blue   
Running to meet me out of Night who stilled   
The ghost of Yester-eve; this is fair Morn   
The mother of To-morrow. And these clouds   
That chase the sunshine over gleaming hills
Are thoughts, delighting in the golden change   
And the ceremony of their drifting state.   
   
This is To-day. To-morrow might bring death,—   
And Life, the gleeful madrigal of birds,   
Be drowned in glimmer of sleep. To-day I know 
How sweet it is to spend these eyes, and boast   
This bubble of vistaed memory and sense   
Blown by my joy aloft the glittering airs   
Of heavenly peace. Oh take me to yourselves,   
Earth, sky, and spirit! Let me stand within
The circle of your transience, that my voice   
May thrill the lonely silences with song.
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