To Victory (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as ...
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays Beckon and shift ...
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