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 To Victory by Siegfried Sassoon 
						Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain,
 But shining as a garden; come with the streaming
 Banners of dawn and sundown after rain.
 
 I want to fill my gaze with blue and silver,
 Radiance through living roses, spires of green
 Rising in young-limbed copse and lovely wood,
 Where the hueless wind passes and cries unseen.
 
 I am not sad; only I long for lustre, --
 Tired of the greys and browns and the leafless ash.
 I would have hours that move like a glitter of dancers
 Far from the angry guns that boom and flash.
 
 Return, musical, gay with blossom and fleetness,
 Days when my sight shall be clear and my heart rejoice;
 Come from the sea with breadth of approaching brightness,
 When the blithe wind laughs on the hills with uplifted voice.
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