Poem by Edward Thomas

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. The Sheiling
2. The Gallows
3. An Old Song
4. There's Nothing like the Sun
5. “Home”

Charlotte Dacre Thaw ("'TIS she, the nymph with dripping hair")

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