Edward Thomas, "Lights Out"

Lights Out I have come to the borders of sleep,The unfathomable deepForest where all must loseTheir way, however straight,Or winding, soon or late;They cannot choose. Many a road and trackThat, since the dawn’s first crack,Up to the forest brink,Deceived the travellers,Suddenly now blurs,And in they sink. Here love ends,Despair, ambition ends,All pleasure and all trouble,Although […]

Edward Thomas, "A Private"

A Private This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors Many’s a frozen night, and merrily Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores: ‘At Mrs Greenland’s Hawthorn Bush,’ said he, ‘I slept.’ None knew which bush. Above the town, Beyond ‘The Drover’, a hundred spot the down In Wiltshire. And where now at […]

Edward Thomas, "Rain"

Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rainOn this bleak hut, and solitude, and meRemembering again that I shall dieAnd neither hear the rain nor give it thanksFor washing me cleaner than I have beenSince I was born into this solitude.Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:But here I pray that none […]

Edward Thomas, "This Is No Case…"

This is no case of petty right or wrongThat politicians or philosophersCan judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hotWith love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.Beside my hate for one fat patriotMy hatred of the Kaiser is love true:A kind of god he is, banging a gong.But I have not to choose between the two,Or […]