Poem by Edward Thomas

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I built myself a house of glass:
It took my years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.

But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbour casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone. 

1. When We Two Walked
2. Head and Bottle
3. The Green Roads
4. There's Nothing like the Sun
5. The Sun Used to Shine

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