First World War Poetry Digital Archive

How at Once

THE SWIFTS by EDWARD THOMAS How at once should I know, When stretched in the harvest blue I saw the swift's black bow, That I would not have that view Another day Until next May Again it is due? The same year after year--- But with the swift alone. With other things I but fear That they will be over and done Suddenly And I only see Them to know them gone.

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“How at Once,” by Thomas, Edward (1878-1917). Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd. via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed December 17, 2018, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/2895.

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