Edward Thomas

(3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)

Poems of Edward Thomas

81. The Manor Farm 12/31/2002
82. The New House 12/31/2002
83. The Other 4/7/2010
84. The Owl 12/31/2002
85. The Path 12/31/2002
86. The Sign-Post 12/31/2002
87. The Trumpet 12/31/2002
88. The Word 12/31/2002
89. This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong 4/7/2010
90. To-Night 4/7/2010
91. Two Pewits 4/7/2010
92. Unknown 1/3/2003
93. When First I Came Here 12/31/2002
94. Words 1/3/2003

March

Now I know that Spring will come again,
Perhaps to-morrow: however late I've patience
After this night following on such a day.

While still my temples ached from the cold burning
Of hail and wind, and still the primroses
Torn by the hail were covered up in it,
The sun filled earth and heaven with a great light
And a tenderness, almost warmth, where the hail dripped,

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