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						Invocation by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath  Chokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling death  I stumble toward escape, to find the door  Opening on morn where I may breathe once more  Clear cock-crow airs across some valley dim With whispering trees. While dawn along the rim  Of night’s horizon flows in lakes of fire,  Come down from heaven’s bright hill, my song’s desire. 
  Belov’d and faithful, teach my soul to wake  In glades deep-ranked with flowers that gleam and shake And flock your paths with wonder. In your gaze  Show me the vanquished vigil of my days.  Mute in that golden silence hung with green,  Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes  Remembrance of all beauty that has been, And stillness from the pools of Paradise. 						 
						
						
						
						
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