Poems by Edward Thomas
The Trumpet
... Scatter it, scatter it!While you are listening ...
The Word
... Of kings and fiends and gods, and most of the stars ...
When First I Came Here
... The change, late unperceived, this year, The twelfth, suddenly, shows me plain ...
Words
... I know you: You are light as dreams, ...
The Barn and the Down
... Or even less Before critical eyes and its own ...
Good-Night
... Though I know none of these doors, and meet but strangers' eyes ...
For These
... Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills: ...
Jessie
... Just feel the Father's arms, wherewith they both are bless'd ...
Health
... And either I should not be filled almost to bursting with desire, ...
It Was Upon
... Of a score years, when those fields are by me ...
If Thou Could'st Empty All Thyself Of Self
... It is so small and full, there is no room for me ...
Pain
... Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the possible, ...
My Garden
... Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool ...
Land, Ho!
... Land, ho! land. Give me the helm! there is the land! ...
Disguises
... Leaps forth the levelled line, and in our quarter locks ...
