“EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.” HeartDoneSongVoiceDarkWhiteSunFieldsTearsMy HeartHorrorSingingBirdSightGreenFilledDelightSettingSettingsOrchardGreen Fields Author:Siegfried Sassoon
“December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries. While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down Deepens, and dusk embues me where I stand, With grave diminishings of green and brown, Speak, roofless Nature, your instinctive words; And let me learn your secret from the sky, Following a flock of steadfast-journeying birds In lone remote migration beating by. December stillness, crossed by twilight roads, Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.” SpeakSecretTeachMysteryTreeSkyLandBearsBirdLet MeGreenWestFollowingGravesBrownStillnessTwilightLoadDecemberFlocksMigrationDuskLoneSteadfastNightfall Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems
“How innocent were these Trees, that in Mist-green May, blown by a prospering breeze, Stood garlanded and gay; Who now in sundown glow Of serious colour clad confront me with their show As though resigned and sad, Trees, who unwhispering stand umber, bronze, gold; Pavilioning the land for one grown tired and old; Elm, chestnut, aspen and pine, I am merged in you, Who tell once more in tones of time, Your foliaged farewell.” MayShowsFallTreeLandSeriousGayGoldGreenTiredInnocentToneColourFarewellBreezeMistResignedBronzeChestnutsProsperingAspens Book:Sequences Source: Sequences
