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Слушать(AI)First Known when Lost
I never had noticed it until'Twas gone, - the narrow
Where now the woodman
The last of the willows with his
It was not more than a hedge overgrown.
One meadow's breadth awayI passed it day by day.
Now the soil is bare as bone,
And black betwixt two meadows green,
Though fresh-cut fag got
Of hazel made some
With a gleam as if flowers they had been.
Strange it could have hidden so near!
And now I see as I
That the small winding brook,
A tributary's tributary, rises there.
Edward Thomas
Philip Edward Thomas (3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917) was a British poet, essayist, and novelist. He is considered a war poet, although few of his
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