Erotica author, aka Elspeth Potter, on Writing from the Inside
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Siegfried Sassoon, "The Hawthorn Tree"
The Hawthorn Tree
Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there's been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that's out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.
. . . .
Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread:
But when there’s been a shower of rain
I think I'll never weep again
Until I've heard he's dead.
--Siegfried Sassoon
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sassoon,
wwi poetry
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