A Poplar and the Moon
Siegfried Sassoon
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There stood a Poplar, tall
and straight;
The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
Made the long shadow
on the grass
A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.
But May, with
slumbrous nights, must pass;
And blustering winds will strip the tree.
And I’ve no magic to express
The moment of that loveliness;
So from
these words you’ll never guess
The stars and lilies I could see. | |
zahida |
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