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Poem by Edward Thomas


The Lane


Some day, I think, there will be people enough
In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries
Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight
Broad lane where now September hides herself
In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse.
Today, where yesterday a hundred sheep
Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway
Of waters that no vessel ever sailed ...
It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries
His song. For heat it is like summer too.
This might be winters quiet. While the glint
Of hollies dark in the swollen hedges lasts
One mileand those bells ring, little I know
Or heed if time be still the same, until
The lane ends and once more all is the same.



Edward Thomas


Edward Thomas's other poems:
  1. The Cuckoo
  2. For These
  3. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)
  4. The Other
  5. The Long Small Room


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