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						Wonderment by Siegfried Sassoon 
						
						Then a wind blew;  And he who had forgot he moved  Lonely amid the green and silver morning weather,  Suddenly grew  Aware of clouds and trees Gleaming and white and shafted, shaken together  And blown to music by the ruffling breeze. 
  Like flush of wings  The moment passed: he stood  Dazzled with blossom in the swaying wood; Then he remembered how, through all swift things,  This mortal scene stands built of memories,—  Shaped by the wise  Who gazed in breathing wonderment,  And left us their brave eyes To light the ways they went. 						 
						
						
						
						
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