Complete Poetical Works of Edward Thomas

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by Edward Thomas


  On the hot stone he perched contented so, 10

  As if never a cart would pass again

  That way; as if I were the last of men

  And he the first of insects to have earth

  And sun together and to know their worth.

  I was divided between him and the gleam, 15

  The motion, and the voices, of the stream,

  The waters running frizzled over gravel,

  That never vanish and for ever travel.

  A grey flycatcher silent on a fence

  And I sat as if we had been there since 20

  The horseman and the horse lying beneath

  The fir-tree-covered barrow on the heath,

  The horseman and the horse with silver shoes,

  Galloped the downs last. All that I could lose

  I lost. And then the child’s voice raised the dead. 25

  ‘No one’s been here before’ was what she said

  And what I felt, yet never should have found

  A word for, while I gathered sight and sound.

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  ASPENS

  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 the top.

  Out of the blacksmith’s cavern comes the ringing 5

  Of hammer, shoe, and anvil; out of the inn

  The clink, the hum, the roar, the random singing –

  The sounds that for these fifty years have been.

  The whisper of the aspens is not drowned,

  And over lightless pane and footless road, 10

  Empty as sky, with every other sound

  Not ceasing, calls their ghosts from their abode,

  A silent smithy, a silent inn, nor fails

  In the bare moonlight or the thick-furred gloom,

  In tempest or the night of nightingales, 15

  To turn the cross-roads to a ghostly room.

  And it would be the same were no house near.

  Over all sorts of weather, men, and times,

  Aspens must shake their leaves and men may hear

  But need not listen, more than to my rhymes. 20

  Whatever wind blows, while they and I have leaves

  We cannot other than an aspen be

  That ceaselessly, unreasonably grieves,

  Or so men think who like a different tree.

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  THE MILL-WATER

  Only the sound remains

  Of the old mill;

  Gone is the wheel;

  On the prone roof and walls the nettle reigns.

  Water that toils no more 5

  Dangles white locks

  And, falling, mocks

  The music of the mill-wheel’s busy roar.

  Pretty to see, by day

  Its sound is naught 10

  Compared with thought

  And talk and noise of labour and of play.

  Night makes the difference.

  In calm moonlight,

  Gloom infinite, 15

  The sound comes surging in upon the sense:

  Solitude, company, –

  When it is night, –

  Grief or delight

  By it must haunted or concluded be. 20

  Often the silentness

  Has but this one

  Companion;

  Wherever one creeps in the other is:

  Sometimes a thought is drowned 25

  By it, sometimes

  Out of it climbs;

  All thoughts begin or end upon this sound,

  Only the idle foam

  Of water falling 30

  Changelessly calling,

  Where once men had a work-place and a home.

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  FOR THESE

  An acre of land between the shore and the hills,

  Upon a ledge that shows my kingdoms three,

  The lovely visible earth and sky and sea,

  Where what the curlew needs not, the farmer tills:

  A house that shall love me as I love it, 5

  Well-hedged, and honoured by a few ash-trees

  That linnets, greenfinches, and goldfinches

  Shall often visit and make love in and flit:

  A garden I need never go beyond,

  Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every one 10

  Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun:

  A spring, a brook’s bend, or at least a pond:

  For these I ask not, but, neither too late

  Nor yet too early, for what men call content,

  And also that something may be sent 15

  To be contented with, I ask of fate.

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  DIGGING

  What matter makes my spade for tears or mirth,

  Letting down two clay pipes into the earth?

  The one I smoked, the other a soldier

  Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malplaquet

  Perhaps. The dead man’s immortality 5

  Lies represented lightly with my own,

  A yard or two nearer the living air

  Than bones of ancients who, amazed to see

  Almighty God erect the mastodon,

  Once laughed, or wept, in this same light of day. 10

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  TWO HOUSES

  Between a sunny bank and the sun

  The farmhouse smiles

  On the riverside plat:

  No other one

  So pleasant to look at 5

  And remember, for many miles,

  So velvet-hushed and cool under the warm tiles.

  Not far from the road it lies, yet caught

  Far out of reach

  Of the road’s dust 10

  And the dusty thought

  Of passers-by, though each

  Stops, and turns, and must

  Look down at it like a wasp at the muslined peach.

  But another house stood there long before: 15

  And as if above graves

  Still the turf heaves

  Above its stones:

  Dark hangs the sycamore,

  Shadowing kennel and bones 20

  And the black dog that shakes his chain and moans.

  And when he barks, over the river

  Flashing fast,

  Dark echoes reply,

  And the hollow past 25

  Half yields the dead that never

  More than half hidden lie:

  And out they creep and back again for ever.

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  COCK-CROW

  Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night

  To be cut down by the sharp axe of light, –

  Out of the night, two cocks together crow,

  Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow:

  And bright before my eyes twin trumpeters stand, 5

  Heralds of splendour, one at either hand,

  Each facing each as in a coat of arms:

  The milkers lace their boots up at the farms.

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  OCTOBER

  The green elm with the one great bough of gold

  Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, –

  The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,

  Harebell and scabious and tormentil,

  That blackberry and gorse
, in dew and sun, 5

  Bow down to; and the wind travels too light

  To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern;

  The gossamers wander at their own will.

  At heavier steps than birds’ the squirrels scold.

  The rich scene has grown fresh again and new 10

  As Spring and to the touch is not more cool

  Than it is warm to the gaze; and now I might

  As happy be as earth is beautiful,

  Were I some other or with earth could turn

  In alternation of violet and rose, 15

  Harebell and snowdrop, at their season due,

  And gorse that has no time not to be gay.

  But if this be not happiness, – who knows?

  Some day I shall think this a happy day,

  And this mood by the name of melancholy 20

  Shall no more blackened and obscured be.

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  THERE’S NOTHING LIKE THE SUN

  There’s nothing like the sun as the year dies,

  Kind as it can be, this world being made so,

  To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies,

  To all things that it touches except snow,

  Whether on mountain side or street of town. 5

  The south wall warms me: November has begun,

  Yet never shone the sun as fair as now

  While the sweet last-left damsons from the bough

  With spangles of the morning’s storm drop down

  Because the starling shakes it, whistling what 10

  Once swallows sang. But I have not forgot

  That there is nothing, too, like March’s sun,

  Like April’s, or July’s, or June’s, or May’s,

  Or January’s, or February’s, great days:

  And August, September, October, and December 15

  Have equal days, all different from November.

  No day of any month but I have said –

  Or, if I could live long enough, should say –

  ‘There’s nothing like the sun that shines today.’

  There’s nothing like the sun till we are dead. 20

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  THE THRUSH

  When Winter’s ahead,

  What can you read in November

  That you read in April

  When Winter’s dead?

  I hear the thrush, and I see 5

  Him alone at the end of the lane

  Near the bare poplar’s tip,

  Singing continuously.

  Is it more that you know

  Than that, even as in April, 10

  So in November,

  Winter is gone that must go?

  Or is all your lore

  Not to call November November,

  And April April, 15

  And Winter Winter – no more?

  But I know the months all,

  And their sweet names, April,

  May and June and October,

  As you call and call 20

  I must remember

  What died in April

  And consider what will be born

  Of a fair November;

  And April I love for what 25

  It was born of, and November

  For what it will die in,

  What they are and what they are not,

  While you love what is kind,

  What you can sing in 30

  And love and forget in

  All that’s ahead and behind.

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  LIBERTY

  The last light has gone out of the world, except

  This moonlight lying on the grass like frost

  Beyond the brink of the tall elm’s shadow.

  It is as if everything else had slept

  Many an age, unforgotten and lost 5

  The men that were, the things done, long ago,

  All I have thought; and but the moon and I

  Live yet and here stand idle over the grave

  Where all is buried. Both have liberty

  To dream what we could do if we were free 10

  To do some thing we had desired long,

  The moon and I. There’s none less free than who

  Does nothing and has nothing else to do,

  Being free only for what is not to his mind,

  And nothing is to his mind. If every hour 15

  Like this one passing that I have spent among

  The wiser others when I have forgot

  To wonder whether I was free or not,

  Were piled before me, and not lost behind,

  And I could take and carry them away 20

  I should be rich; or if I had the power

  To wipe out every one and not again

  Regret, I should be rich to be so poor.

  And yet I still am half in love with pain,

  With what is imperfect, with both tears and mirth, 25

  With things that have an end, with life and earth,

  And this moon that leaves me dark within the door.

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  THIS IS NO CASE OF PETTY RIGHT OR WRONG

  This is no case of petty right or wrong

  That politicians or philosophers

  Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot

  With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.

  Beside my hate for one fat patriot 5

  My hatred of the Kaiser is love true: –

  A kind of god he is, banging a gong.

  But I have not to choose between the two,

  Or between justice and injustice. Dinned

  With war and argument I read no more 10

  Than in the storm smoking along the wind

  Athwart the wood. Two witches’ cauldrons roar.

  From one the weather shall rise clear and gay;

  Out of the other an England beautiful

  And like her mother that died yesterday. 15

  Little I know or care if, being dull,

  I shall miss something that historians

  Can rake out of the ashes when perchance

  The phoenix broods serene above their ken.

  But with the best and meanest Englishmen 20

  I am one in crying, God save England, lest

  We lose what never slaves and cattle blessed.

  The ages made her that made us from the dust:

  She is all we know and live by, and we trust

  She is good and must endure, loving her so: 25

  And as we love ourselves we hate her foe.

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  RAIN

  Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain

  On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me

  Remembering again that I shall die

  And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks

  For washing me cleaner than I have been 5

  Since I was born into this solitude.

  Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:

  But here I pray that none whom once I loved

  Is dying tonight or lying still awake

  Solitary, listening to the rain, 10

  Either in pain or thus in sympathy

  Helpless among the living and the dead,

  Like a cold water among broken reeds,

  Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,

  Like me who have no love which this wild rain 15

  Has not dissolved except the love of death,

  If love it be towards what is perfect and

  Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.

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  THE CLOUDS THAT ARE SO LIGHT

  The clouds that are so light,

  Beautiful, swift and bright,

  Cast shadows on field and park

  Of the earth that is so dark,

  And even so now, light one! 5

  Beautiful, swift and bright one!

  You let fall on a heart that was dark,

  Unillumined, a deeper mark.

  But clouds would have, without earth

  To shadow, far less worth: 10

  Away from your shadow on me

  Your beauty less would be,

  And if it still be treasured

  An age hence, it shall be measured

  By this small dark spot 15

  Without which it were not.

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  ROADS

  I love roads:

  The goddesses that dwell

  Far along invisible

  Are my favourite gods.

  Roads go on 5

  While we forget, and are

  Forgotten like a star

  That shoots and is gone.

  On this earth ‘tis sure

  We men have not made 10

  Anything that doth fade

  So soon, so long endure:

  The hill road wet with rain

  In the sun would not gleam

  Like a winding stream 15

  If we trod it not again.

  They are lonely

  While we sleep, lonelier

  For lack of the traveller

  Who is now a dream only. 20

  From dawn’s twilight

 

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