July
JULY by EDWARD THOMAS
Naught moves but clouds, and in the glassy lake Their doubles and the shadow of my boat. The boat itself stirs only when I break This drowse of heat and solitude afloat To prove if what I see be bird or mote, Or learn if yet the shore woods be awake.
Long hours since dawn grew,---spread,---and passed on high And deep below,---I have watched the cool reeds hung Over images more cool in imaged sky: Nothing there was worth thinking of so long; All that the ring-doves say, far leaves among, Brims my mind with content thus still to lie.
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| Author | Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
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| Title | July |
| Item Date | 1979 |
| File type | text |
| Content | Poem |
| Repository name | ProQuest |
| Repository URL | http://lion.chadwyck.co.uk/ |
| Copyright | Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd. |
| First line | Naught moves but clouds, and in the glassy lake |
| Publication source | Edward Thomas Collected Poems |
| Publication editor | Thomas, George |
| Publishers | Faber and Faber |
| Publication place | London |
| Digital repository | The First World War Poetry Digital Archive |
| Reference URL | http://www.oucs.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/2902 |
