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Title: Poems

Author: Edward Thomas

Release Date: August 29, 2007 [EBook #22423]

Language: English

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Edward Thomas (1917) _Poems_

POEMS BY EDWARD THOMAS

POEMS

BY

EDWARD THOMAS

("EDWARD EASTAWAY")

LONDON
SELWYN & BLOUNT

1917

First printed, Oct., 1917.
Reprinted, Nov., 1917.
" Dec., 1917.

TO

ROBERT FROST

CONTENTS

THE TRUMPET
THE SIGN-POST
TEARS
TWO PEWITS
THE MANOR FARM
THE OWL
SWEDES
WILL YOU COME?
As THE TEAM'S HEAD-BRASS
THAW
INTERVAL
LIKE THE TOUCH OF RAIN
THE PATH
THE COMBE
IF I SHOULD EVER BY CHANCE
WHAT SHALL I GIVE?
IF I WERE TO OWN
AND YOU, HELEN
WHEN FIRST
HEAD AND BOTTLE
AFTER YOU SPEAK
SOWING
WHEN WE TWO WALKED
IN MEMORIAM
FIFTY FAGGOTS
WOMEN HE LIKED
EARLY ONE MORNING
CHERRY TREES
IT RAINS
THE HUXTER
A GENTLEMAN
THE BRIDGE
LOB
BRIGHT CLOUDS
THE CLOUDS THAT ARE SO LIGHT
SOME EYES CONDEMN
MAY 23
THE GLORY
MELANCHOLY
ADLESTROP
THE GREEN ROADS
THE MILL-POND
IT WAS UPON
TALL NETTLES
HAYMAKING
HOW AT ONCE
GONE, GONE AGAIN
THE SUN USED TO SHINE
OCTOBER
THE LONG SMALL ROOM
LIBERTY
NOVEMBER
THE SHEILING
THE GALLOWS
BIRDS' NESTS
RAIN
"HOME"
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THE SUN
WHEN HE SHOULD LAUGH
AN OLD SONG
THE PENNY WHISTLE
LIGHTS OUT
COCK-CROW
WORDS

THE TRUMPET

RISE up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night's lovers--
Scatter it, scatter it!

While you are listening
To the clear horn,
Forget, men, everything
On this earth newborn,
Except that it is lovelier
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To the old wars;
Arise, arise!

THE SIGN-POST

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 hilltop by the finge