Poems by Siegfried Sassoon
Wraiths
... Half-mortal ... (Hark to the rain!) ...
The Choral Union
... ... By God, it might be Heaven! For singers stood ...
Two Hundred Years After
... 'Poor silent things, they were the English dead ...
When Im among a Blaze of Lights
... Of things like these I choose to think ...
Invocation
... In glades deep-ranked with flowers that gleam and shake ...
Villon
... But one came Who laid a cloak on me and brought me in ...
Wonderment
... Then he remembered how, through all swift things, ...
Wind in the Beechwood
... Your ageless-squadroned wings, your surge and gleam, ...
Thrushes
... Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim, ...
Solar Eclipse
... . . Then, crowned with fangs of foliage, flames the god ...
The Triumph
... was stricken: and Beauty returned through the shambles of night ...
The Portrait
... I could sing But for a moment, but for beauty's sake ...
Because We Are Going
... Ways that were rich and gleeful and filled with love ...
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still
... miles away Gun-thunder leaps and thuds along the ridge ...
At The Cenotaph
... And crown their heads with blind vindictive Peace ...
