Poems by Edward Thomas
Cock-crow
... And bright before my eyes twin trumpeters stand, ...
Man and Dog
... Straight but lame, leaning on a staff new-skinned, Carrying a brolly, flag-basket, and old coat,--- ...
The Ash Grove
... Paces each sweeter than the sweetest miles - but nothing at all, ...
Vespers
... And does she hear you, blackbird boy, so far ...
In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)
... Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should ...
The Barn
... Starlings used to sit there with bubbling throats ...
Digging
... Once laughed, or wept, in this same light of day ...
The Gallows
... Made him one of the things that were, ...
The Child in the Orchard
... But there are two million things for me to learn ...
Lynton Verses
... Sweet breeze that sett'st the summer birds a swaying, ...
Liberty
... With things that have an end, with life and earth, ...
The Green Roads
... The old man, the child, the goose feathers at the edge of the forest, ...
Fifty Faggots
... Next spring A blackbird or robin will nest there, ...
Home 3
... Slow, half with weariness, half with ease ...
But These Things Also
... While the North blows, and starling flocks ...
