Edward Thomas Poems
|81.||As The Team's Head- Brass||3/19/2003|
|86.||But These Things Also||4/7/2010|
|87.||The Dark Forest||1/3/2003|
|92.||The Cherry Trees||12/31/2002|
|93.||Like The Touch Of Rain||1/3/2003|
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Like The Touch Of Rain
Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:
With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.
Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.
The Dark Forest
Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though not since they were sown was bred
Anything more bright.
And evermore mighty multitudes ride
About, nor enter in;
Of the other multitudes that dwell inside
Never yet was one seen.