The Hollow Wood
THE HOLLOW WOOD by EDWARD THOMAS
Out in the sun the goldfinch flits Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits Above the hollow wood Where birds swim like fish--- Fish that laugh and shriek--- To and fro, far below In the pale hollow wood.
Lichen, ivy, and moss Keep evergreen the trees That stand half-flayed and dying, And the dead trees on their knees In dog's-mercury, ivy, and moss: And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.
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|Author||Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)|
|Title||The Hollow Wood|
|Copyright||Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd.|
|First line||Out in the sun the goldfinch flits|
|Publication source||Edward Thomas Collected Poems|
|Publication editor||Thomas, George|
|Publishers||Faber and Faber|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|