Produced by Lewis Jones
Edward Thomas (1917) Poems
LONDON
SELWYN & BLOUNT
1917
First printed, Oct., 1917.
Reprinted, Nov., 1917.
" Dec., 1917.
THE TRUMPET
THE SIGN-POST
TEARS
TWO PEWITS
THE MANOR FARM
THE OWL
SWEDES
WILL YOU COME?
As THE TEAM'S HEAD-BRASS
THAW
INTERVAL
LIKE THE TOUCH OF RAIN
THE PATH
THE COMBE
IF I SHOULD EVER BY CHANCE
WHAT SHALL I GIVE?
IF I WERE TO OWN
AND YOU, HELEN
WHEN FIRST
HEAD AND BOTTLE
AFTER YOU SPEAK
SOWING
WHEN WE TWO WALKED
IN MEMORIAM
FIFTY FAGGOTS
WOMEN HE LIKED
EARLY ONE MORNING
CHERRY TREES
IT RAINS
THE HUXTER
A GENTLEMAN
THE BRIDGE
LOB
BRIGHT CLOUDS
THE CLOUDS THAT ARE SO LIGHT
SOME EYES CONDEMN
MAY 23
THE GLORY
MELANCHOLY
ADLESTROP
THE GREEN ROADS
THE MILL-POND
IT WAS UPON
TALL NETTLES
HAYMAKING
HOW AT ONCE
GONE, GONE AGAIN
THE SUN USED TO SHINE
OCTOBER
THE LONG SMALL ROOM
LIBERTY
NOVEMBER
THE SHEILING
THE GALLOWS
BIRDS' NESTS
RAIN
"HOME"
THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THE SUN
WHEN HE SHOULD LAUGH
AN OLD SONG
THE PENNY WHISTLE
LIGHTS OUT
COCK-CROW
WORDS
RISE up, rise up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night's lovers—
Scatter it, scatter it!
While you are listening
To the clear horn,
Forget, men, everything
On this earth newborn,
Except that it is lovelier
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To the old wars;
Arise, arise!
THE dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy.
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,
Rough, long grasses keep white with frost
At the hilltop by the finger-post;
The smoke of the traveller's-joy is puffed
Over hawthorn berry and hazel tuft.
I read the sign. Which way shall I go?
A voice says: You would not have doubted so
At twenty. Another voice gentle with scorn
Says: At twenty you wished you had never been born.
One hazel lost a leaf of gold
From a tuft at the tip, when the first voice told
The other he wished to know what 'twould be
To be sixty by this same post. "You shall see,"
He laughed—and I had to join his laughter—
"You shall see; but either before or after,
Whatever happens, it must befall,
A mouthful of earth to remedy all
Regrets and wishes shall freely be given;
And if there