Song [1]
SONG by EDWARD THOMAS
She is beautiful
With happiness invincible:
If cruel she be
It is the hawk's proud innocent cruelty.
At poet's tears,
Sweeter than any smiles but hers,
She laughs; I sigh;
And yet I could not live if she should die.
And when in June
Once more the cuckoo spoils his tune,
She laughs at sighs;
And yet she says she loves me till she dies.
| Title |
Song [1]
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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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| Repository address URL | |
| First line |
At poet's tears,
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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
“Song [1],” 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 15, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/2946.
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