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. When We Two Walked
2. The Clouds That Are So Light
3. Head and Bottle
4. The Trumpet
5. If I Were to Own

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