59. Wonderment

by Sigfried 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.