Poem by Edward Thomas

Head and Bottle

THE downs will lose the sun, white alyssum
Lose the bees' hum;
But head and bottle tilted back in the cart
Will never part
Till I am cold as midnight and all my hours
Are beeless flowers.
He neither sees, nor hears, nor smells, nor thinks,
But only drinks,
Quiet in the yard where tree trunks do not lie
More quietly.

1. When We Two Walked
2. Women He Liked
3. Bright Clouds
4. Tears
5. It Rains

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