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Siegfried Sassoon - Daybreak In A Garden
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I heard the farm cocks crowing, loud, and faint, and thin,   
When hooded night was going and one clear planet winked:   
I heard shrill notes begin down the spired wood distinct,   
When cloudy shoals were chinked and gilt with fires of day.   
  White-misted was the weald; the lawns were silver-grey;
  The lark his lonely field for heaven had forsaken;   
  And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of may,   
  And touched the nodding peony-flowers to bid them waken.
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