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Poem by Edward Thomas


Sowing


IT was a perfect day
For sowing; just
As sweet and dry was the ground
As tobacco-dust.

I tasted deep the hour
Between the far
Owl's chuckling first soft cry
And the first star.

A long stretched hour it was;
Nothing undone
Remained; the early seeds
All safely sown.

And now, hark at the rain,
Windless and light,
Half a kiss, half a tear,
Saying good-night. 



Edward Thomas


Edward Thomas's other poems:
  1. The Gallows
  2. When He Should Laugh
  3. The Sheiling
  4. An Old Song
  5. There's Nothing like the Sun


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