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Siegfried Sassoon - Fancy Dress
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Some Brave, awake in you to-night,   
Knocked at your heart: an eagle’s flight   
Stirred in the feather on your head.   
Your wide-set Indian eyes, alight   
Above high cheek-bones smeared with red,
Unveiled cragg’d centuries, and led   
You, the snared wraith of bygone things—   
Wild ancestries of trackless Kings—   
Out of the past… So men have felt   
Strange anger move them as they knelt 
Praying to gods serenely starred   
In heavens where tomahawks are barred.
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