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Siegfried Sassoon - Wind In The Beechwood
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The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing   
Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays   
Beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing,   
While the blown beechwood streams with drifting rays.   
  Rooted in steadfast calm, grey stems are seen
  Like weather-beaten masts; the wood, unfurled,   
  Seems as a ship with crowding sails of green   
  That sweeps across the lonely billowing world.   
   
O luminous and lovely! Let your flowers,   
Your ageless-squadroned wings, your surge and gleam,
Drown me in quivering brightness: let me fade   
  In the warm, rustling music of the hours   
  That guard your ancient wisdom, till my dream   
  Moves with the chant and whisper of the glade.
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