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Siegfried Sassoon - Middle-Ages
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I heard a clash, and a cry,   
And a horseman fleeing the wood.   
The moon hid in a cloud.   
Deep in shadow I stood.   
  ‘Ugly work!’ thought I,
Holding my breath.   
  ‘Men must be cruel and proud,   
  ‘Jousting for death’.   
   
With gusty glimmering shone   
The moon; and the wind blew colder.
A man went over the hill,   
Bent to his horse’s shoulder.   
  ‘Time for me to be gone’…   
Darkly I fled.   
Owls in the wood were shrill,
And the moon sank red.
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