Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

Thaw

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass. 

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

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