Edward Thomas Poems

To-day I think
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot's seed,
And the square mustard field;
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RUNNING along a bank, a parapet
That saves from the precipitous wood below
The level road, there is a path. It serves
Children for looking down the long smooth steep,
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What matter makes my spade for tears or mirth,
Letting down two clay pipes into the earth?
The one I smoked, the other a soldier
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There was a weasel lived in the sun
With all his family,
Till a keeper shot him with his gun
And hung him up on a tree,
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'He has robbed two clubs. The judge at Salisbury
Can't give him more than he undoubtedly
Deserves. The scoundrel! Look at his photograph!
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Gone, gone again,
May, June, July,
And August gone,
Again gone by,
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Unless it was that day I never knew
Ambition. After a night of frost, before
The March sun brightened and the South-west blew,
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An acre of land between the shore and the hills,
Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,
The lovely visible earth and sky and sea
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As the clouds that are so light,
Beautiful, swift, and bright,
Cast shadows on field and park
Of the earth that is so dark,
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he summer nests uncovered by autumn wind,
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark,
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