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The Kiss

To these I turn, in these I trust;

Brother Lead and Sister Steel.

To his blind power I make appeal;

I guard her beauty clean from rust.

He spins and burns and loves the air,

And splits a skull to win my praise;

But up the noble marching days She glitters naked, cold and fair.

Sweet Sister, grant your soldier this;

That in good fury he may feel The body where he sets his heel Quail from your downward darting kiss.

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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Loraine Sassoon, CBE, MC (8 September 1886 – 1 September 1967) was an English poet, writer, and soldier. Decorated for bravery on the …

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