Poem Hunter
(1886 - 1967 / Kent / England)


Poem By Siegfried Sassoon

Old English songs, you bring to me
A simple sweetness somewhat kin
To birds that through the mystery
Of earliest morn make tuneful din,
While hamlet steeples sleepily
At cock-crow chime out three and four,
Till maids get up betime and go
With faces like the red sun low
Clattering about the dairy floor.

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(Morning-Land - Poem by Siegfried Sassoon.) Beautiful and rich. I can see the depth in this brief poem.