It Was Upon
IT WAS UPON [SONNET 5] by EDWARD THOMAS
It was upon a July evening.
At a stile I stood, looking along a path
Over the country by a second Spring
Drenched perfect green again. 'The lattermath
Will be a fine one.' So the stranger said,
A wandering man. Albeit I stood at rest,
Flushed with desire I was. The earth outspread,
Like meadows of the future, I possessed.
And as an unaccomplished prophecy
The stranger's words, after the interval
Of a score years, when those fields are by me
Never to be recrossed, now I recall,
This July eve, and question, wondering,
What of the lattermath to this hoar Spring?
| Title |
It Was Upon
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| Author |
Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)
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| Item date |
1979
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| Content | |
| Copyright |
Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd.
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| Repository name |
ProQuest
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| First line |
It was upon a July evening.
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| Publication source |
Edward Thomas Collected Poems
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| Publication editor |
Thomas, George
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| Publishers |
Faber and Faber
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| Publication place |
London
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Collection
Citation
“It Was Upon,” 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 May 6, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/2900.
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