Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Companions - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet,
But pipe me now your roundelay complete.

Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying on your way,
Whisper my trees what you have seen to-day.

Stand, golden cloud, until my song be done,
(For he’s too proud) before the face of the sun.

So one did sing, and the other breathed a story;
Then both took wing, and the sun stepped forth in glory.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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