First Known when Lost
FIRST KNOWN WHEN LOST by EDWARD THOMAS
I never had noticed it until 'Twas gone,---the narrow copse Where now the woodman lops The last of the willows with his bill.
It was not more than a hedge o'ergrown. One meadow's breadth away I passed it day by day. Now the soil is bare as a bone,
And black betwixt two meadows green, Though fresh-cut faggot ends Of hazel made some amends With a gleam as if flowers they had been.
Strange it could have hidden so near! And now I see as I look That the small winding brook, A tributary's tributary rises there.
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|Author||Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)|
|Title||First Known when Lost|
|Copyright||Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd.|
|First line||I never had noticed it until|
|Publication source||Edward Thomas Collected Poems|
|Publication editor||Thomas, George|
|Publishers||Faber and Faber|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|