Category Archives: thomas

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 … Continue reading →

As the Team’s Head-Brass As the team’s head-brass flashed out on the turn The lovers disappeared into the wood. I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm That strewed the angle of the fallow, and Watched the plough narrowing … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

Gone, Gone Again Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, As past the empty quays The rivers flow. And now again, In the harvest rain, The Blenheim … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

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 … Continue reading →

The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;Cold, yet had heat within me that was proofAgainst the North wind; tired, yet so that restHad seemed the sweetest thing under a roof. Then at the inn I had food, … Continue reading →