First World War Poetry Digital Archive

To-Night

TONIGHT by EDWARD THOMAS

Harry, you know at night The larks in Castle Alley Sing from the attic's height As if the electric light Were the true sun above a summer valley: Whistle, don't knock, tonight.

I shall come early, Kate: And we in Castle Alley Will sit close out of sight Alone, and ask no light Of lamp or sun above a summer valley: Tonight I can stay late.

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