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An Old French Poet

 When in your sober mood my body have ye laid 
In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream, 
And the green turf has hidden the poor bones ye deem 
No more a close companion with those rhymes we made; 

Then, if some bird should pipe, or breezes stir the glade,
Thinking them for the while my voice, so let them seem 
A fading message from the misty shores of dream, 
Or wheresoever, following Death, my feet have strayed.

by Siegfried Sassoon
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