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Siegfried Sassoon - Dream-Forest
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Where sunshine flecks the green,   
Through towering woods my way   
Goes winding all the day.   
   
Scant are the flowers that bloom   
Beneath the bosky screen
And cage of golden gloom.   
Few are the birds that call,   
Shrill-voiced and seldom seen.   
   
Where silence masters all,   
And light my footsteps fall,
The whispering runnels only   
With blazing noon confer;   
And comes no breeze to stir   
The tangled thickets lonely.
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