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Siegfried Sassoon - Dryads
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When meadows are grey with the morn   
  In the dusk of the woods it is night:   
The oak and the birch and the pine   
  War with the glimmer of light.   
   
Dryads brown as the leaf 
  Move in the gloom of the glade;   
When meadows are grey with the morn   
  Dim night in the wood has delayed.   
   
The cocks that crow to the land   
  Are faint and hollow and shrill:
Dryads brown as the leaf   
  Whisper, and hide, and are still.
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