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Poem by Edward Thomas


The New House


NOW first, as I shut the door,
I was alone
In the new house; and the wind
Began to moan.

Old at once was the house,
And I was old;
My ears were teased with the dread
Of what was foretold,

Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;
Sad days when the sun
Shone in vain: old griefs and griefs
Not yest begun.

All was foretold me; naught
Could I foresee;
But I learnt how the wind would sound
After these things should be 



Edward Thomas


Edward Thomas's other poems:
  1. When We Two Walked
  2. Some Eyes Condemn
  3. What Shall I Give?
  4. Women He Liked
  5. Bright Clouds


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