sleepless nights

December stillness, teach me through your trees

That loom along the west, one with the land,

The veiled evangel of your mysteries.

While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down

Deepens, and dusk embues me where I stand,

With grave diminishings of green and brown,

Speak, roofless Nature, your instinctive words;

And let me learn your secret from the sky,

Following a flock of steadfast-journeying birds

In lone remote migration beating by.

December stillness, crossed by twilight roads,

Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.

– Siegfried Sassoon, December Stillness

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