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by Thomas, Edward
 No one so much as you
Loves this my clay, 
Or would lament as you
Its dying day. 

You know me through and through
Though I have not told, 
And though with...Read More



by Thomas, Edward
 THE rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills 
Ran and sparkled down each side of the road 
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge. 
But earth would have her...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 All day and night, save winter, every weather,
Above the inn, the smithy and the shop, 
The aspens at the cross-roads talk together
Of rain, until their last leaves fall from...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 NOW first, as I shut the door, 
I was alone 
In the new house; and the wind 
Began to moan. 

Old at once was the house, 
And I was...Read More



by Thomas, Edward
 OVER the land half freckled with snow half-thawed 
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed, 
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass, 
What we below could...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 She had a name among the children;
But no one loved though someone owned
Her, locked her out of doors at bedtime
And had her kittens duly drowned.

In Spring, nevertheless, this cat
Ate...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,
Rough, long grasses keep white with frost
At the hill-top by the finger-post;
The smoke of...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 IT was a perfect day 
For sowing; just 
As sweet and dry was the ground 
As tobacco-dust. 

I tasted deep the hour 
Between the far 
Owl's chuckling first soft...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 Some day, I think, there will be people enough
In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries
Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight
Broad lane where now September hides herself
In...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 WHEN first I came here I had hope, 
Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat 
My heart at the sight of the tall slope 
Or grass and yews,...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 Thinking of her had saddened me at first,
Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie
Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,
A living thing, not what before I...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though not since they were sown was bred
Anything more bright.

And evermore mighty multitudes ride
About, nor...Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- 
The name, because one afternoon 
Of heat the express-train drew up there 
Unwontedly. It was late June. 

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat....Read More

by Thomas, Edward
 There are so many things I have forgot, 
That once were much to me, or that were not, 
All lost, as is a childless woman's child 
And its child's...Read More