First World War Poetry Digital Archive

I Built Myself a House of Glass

[I BUILT MYSELF A HOUSE OF GLASS] by EDWARD THOMAS

I built myself a house of glass: It took my years to make it: And I was proud. But now, alas, Would God someone would break it.

But it looks too magnificent. No neighbour casts a stone From where he dwells, in tenement Or palace of glass, alone.

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