Morning-Land
Read 'Morning-Land' by 'Siegfried Sassoon' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Old English songs, you bring to me
A simple sweetness somewhat kin
To birds that through the mystery
Of earliest morn make tuneful din,
While hamlet steeples sleepily
At cock-crow chime out three and four,
Till maids get up betime and go
With faces like the red sun low
Clattering about the dairy floor.
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