Return to greet me, colours that were my joy, <br />Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, <br />But shining as a garden; come with the streaming <br />Banners of dawn and sundown after rain. <br /> <br />I want to fill my gaze with blue and silver, <br />Radiance through living roses, spires of green <br />Rising in young-limbed copse and lovely wood, <br />Where the hueless wind passes and cries unseen. <br /> <br />I am not sad; only I long for lustre, -- <br />Tired of the greys and browns and the leafless ash. <br />I would have hours that move like a glitter of dancers <br />Far from the angry guns that boom and flash. <br /> <br />Return, musical, gay with blossom and fleetness, <br />Days when my sight shall be clear and my heart rejoice; <br />Come from the sea with breadth of approaching brightness, <br />When the blithe wind laughs on the hills with uplifted voice.<br /><br />Siegfried Sassoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-victory/
