Poems by Siegfried Sassoon
Dream-Forest
... Scant are the flowers that bloom ...
France
... When death stood near them they have seen ...
Remorse
... He thought--"there's things in war one dare not tell ...
Bombardment
... To where the white clouds moved in silent lines ...
Together
... Hes jumped each stile along the glistening lanes ...
Noah
... At this weltering world that shone so stately, ...
A Wanderer
... And then once more by lanes and field-path stiles ...
The Imperfect Lover
... Though often Ive called you sweet, in the invasion ...
Morning Express
... while those Who sped them stand to wave a last farewell ...
Ancient History
... A lion laired in the hills, that none could tire: ...
The Effect
... One man told me he had never seen so many dead before ...
Tree and Sky
... With fervour of such blades of triumph as are ...
The Last Meeting
... and the joy Of brooks that leap and tumble down green hills ...
Dryads
... When meadows are grey with the morn ...
The Dark House
... Nor shake and scatter the dew from the boughs ...
