Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

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. May 23
2. Bright Clouds
3. The Manor Farm
4. Swedes
5. If I Were to Own

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