The Unknown
THE UNKNOWN by EDWARD THOMAS
She is most fair, And when they see her pass The poets' ladies Look no more in the glass But after her.
On a bleak moor Running under the moon She lures a poet, Once proud or happy, soon Far from his door.
Beside a train, Because they saw her go, Or failed to see her, Travellers and watchers know Another pain.
The simple lack Of her is more to me Than others' presence, Whether life splendid be Or utter black.
I have not seen, I have no news of her; I can tell only She is not here, but there She might have been.
She is to be kissed Only perhaps by me; She may be seeking Me and no other; she May not exist.
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| Author | Thomas, Edward (1878-1917) |
|---|---|
| Title | The Unknown |
| 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 | She is most fair, |
| 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/2943 |
