Poems by Siegfried Sassoon
The Dream
... young Jones Stares up at me, mud-splashed and white and jaded ...
Companions
... Then both took wing, and the sun stepped forth in glory ...
Golgotha
... That flood the field with shallow, blanching light ...
The Hawthorn Tree
... But when theres been a shower of rain ...
A Subaltern
... ... Good God! he laughed, and slowly filled his pipe, ...
Their Frailty
... Mothers and wives and sweethearts,they dont care ...
Vision
... Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall ...
Break of Day
... . . . . Hark! theres the horn: theyre drawing the Big Wood ...
Parted
... Till through quiet falling rain I hear the bells ...
Fancy Dress
... You, the snared wraith of bygone things ...
Conscripts
... Reproachful; how I longed to set them free! I gave them lectures on Defence, Attack ...
Concert Party
... Out of the glimmering lines of their tents, over the shuffling sand ...
The Investiture
... And God says something kind because youre dead, ...
South Wind
... You have robbed the bee, South Wind, in your adventure, ...
Night-Piece
... The dryads from their trees come down and creep ...
