Poems by Edward Thomas
To-Night
... Were the true sun above a summer valley: ...
I Bended Unto Me A Bough of May
... I turned, and saw them whispering about it ...
April
... And sharply the nightingale's 'tsoo, tsoo, tsoo, tsoo': ...
Home 2
... 'Home' as we walked and watched the sunset blurred ...
I Never Saw that Land Before
... The cattle, the grass, the bare ash trees, ...
I bended unto me a Bough
... I turned, and saw them whispering about it ...
Ibant Obscur?
... Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, ...
