The New House
THE NEW HOUSE by EDWARD THOMAS
Now first, as I shut the door,
I was alone
In the new house; and the wind
Began to moan.
Old at once was the house,
And I was old;
My ears were teased with the dread
Of what was foretold,
Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;
Sad days when the sun
Shone in vain: old griefs and griefs
Not yet begun.
All was foretold me; naught
Could I foresee;
But I learnt how the wind would sound
After these things should be.
| Title |
The New House
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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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| Digital repository | |
| Repository name |
ProQuest
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| First line |
Now first, as I shut the door,
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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
“The New House,” 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 18, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/2921.
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