Siegfried Sassoon

(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)

Wraiths - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon

They know not the green leaves;
In whose earth-haunting dream
Dimly the forest heaves,
And voiceless goes the stream.
Strangely they seek a place
In love’s night-memoried hall;
Peering from face to face,
Until some heart shall call
And keep them, for a breath,
Half-mortal ... (Hark to the rain!)...
They are dead ... (O hear how death
Gropes on the shutter’d pane!)


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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