Verse > Siegfried Sassoon > Counter-Attack and Other Poems

Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967).  Counter-Attack and Other Poems.  1918.

38. Together

SPLASHING along the boggy woods all day, 
And over brambled hedge and holding clay, 
I shall not think of him: 
But when the watery fields grow brown and dim, 
And hounds have lost their fox, and horses tire,         5
I know that he’ll be with me on my way 
Home through the darkness to the evening fire. 
He’s jumped each stile along the glistening lanes; 
His hand will be upon the mud-soaked reins; 
Hearing the saddle creak,  10
He’ll wonder if the frost will come next week. 
I shall forget him in the morning light; 
And while we gallop on he will not speak: 
But at the stable-door he’ll say good-night. 



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