Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

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Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again. 

1. The Sheiling
2. The Gallows
3. An Old Song
4. When He Should Laugh
5. November

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