Shepherds go whistling on their way 
In the spring season of the year; 
One watches weather-signs of day; 
One of his maid most dear 
Dreams; and they do not hear
The birds that sing and sing; they do not see 
Wide wealds of blue beyond their windy lea, 
Nor blossoms red and white on every tree. 

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Poet: Siegfried Sassoon
Poem: Arcady Unheeding

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