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						Idyll by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						In the grey summer garden I shall find you  With day-break and the morning hills behind you.  There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;  And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.  Not from the past you’ll come, but from that deep Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:  And I shall know the sense of life re-born  From dreams into the mystery of morn  Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there  Till that calm song is done, at last we’ll share The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are  Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn’s one star. 						 
						
						
						
						
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