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						A Poplar and the Moon by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						There stood a Poplar, tall and straight;  The fair, round Moon, uprisen late,  Made the long shadow on the grass  A ghostly bridge ’twixt heaven and me.  But May, with slumbrous nights, must pass; And blustering winds will strip the tree.  And I’ve no magic to express  The moment of that loveliness;  So from these words you’ll never guess  The stars and lilies I could see. 						 
						
						
						
						
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