Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

The Hawthorn Tree - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.

. . . .
Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread:
But when there’s been a shower of rain
I think I’ll never weep again
Until I’ve heard he’s dead.


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  • Freshman - 514 Points Stephen W (1/31/2014 5:49:00 PM)

    Very beautiful and moving. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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