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How at Once How at once should I know, When stretched in the harvest blue I saw the swift's black bow, That I would not have that view Another day Until next May Again it is due? The same year after year - But with the swift alone. With other things I but fear That they will be over and done Suddenly And I only see Them to know them gone. Edward Thomas's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1307 |
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