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Siegfried Sassoon - Tree And Sky
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Let my soul, a shining tree,   
Silver branches lift towards thee,   
Where on a hallowed winter’s night   
The clear-eyed angels may alight.   
   
And if there should be tempests in
My spirit, let them surge like din   
Of noble melodies at war;   
With fervour of such blades of triumph as are   
Flashed in white orisons of saints who go   
On shafts of glory to the ecstasies they know.
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