Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

1. Women He Liked
2. When We Two Walked
3. Bright Clouds
4. What Shall I Give?
5. It Rains

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