Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967).  Picture-Show.  1920.

Index of First Lines

Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain
And still they come and go: and this is all I know

Dusk in the rain-soaked garden

Everyone suddenly burst out singing

Fall in! Now get a move on. (Curse the rain.)
Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames
Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers

Have you forgotten yet?

I dreamt I saw a huge grey boat in silence steaming
If you could crowd them into forty lines!
I heard a clash, and a cry
I love all things that pass: their briefness is
I never asked you to be perfect—did I?
In the grey summer garden I shall find you
I stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still
I’ve had a good bump round; my little horse
I was near the King that day. I saw him snatch

O beauty doomed and perfect for an hour
Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck

Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone
Some Brave, awake in you to-night
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight

They are gathering round
They know not the green leaves
This job’s the best I’ve done. He bent his head

Voices moving about in the quiet house

When I was young my heart and head were light
When you are standing at your hero’s grave
Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled

You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers
Your dextrous wit will haunt us long
You think I cannot understand. Ah, but I do
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away



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