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						Wind in the Beechwood by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing  Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays  Beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing,  While the blown beechwood streams with drifting rays.  Rooted in steadfast calm, grey stems are seen Like weather-beaten masts; the wood, unfurled,  Seems as a ship with crowding sails of green  That sweeps across the lonely billowing world. 
  O luminous and lovely! Let your flowers,  Your ageless-squadroned wings, your surge and gleam, Drown me in quivering brightness: let me fade  In the warm, rustling music of the hours  That guard your ancient wisdom, till my dream  Moves with the chant and whisper of the glade. 						 
						
						
						
						
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