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 A Poplar and the Moon by Siegfried Sassoon 
						There stood a Poplar, tall and straight; The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,
 Made the long shadow on the grass
 A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.
 But May, with slumbrous nights, must pass;
 And blustering winds will strip the tree.
 And I’ve no magic to express
 The moment of that loveliness;
 So from these words you’ll never guess
 The stars and lilies I could see.
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