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 Gallows
2. Women He Liked
3. If I Were to Own
4. “Home”
5. When He Should Laugh

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

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