When in your sober mood my body have ye laid
In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream,
And the green turf has hidden the poor bones ye deem
No more a close companion with those rhymes we made;
Then, if some bird should pipe, or breezes stir the glade,
Thinking them for the while my voice, so let them seem
A fading message from the misty shores of dream,
Or wheresoever, following Death, my feet have strayed.
An Old French Poet
Siegfried Sassoon
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Poem topics: death, dream, green, poor, bird, hidden, voice, mood, message, body, sound, stream, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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