THE SWIFTS by EDWARD THOMAS
How at once should I know, When stretched in the harvest blue I saw the swift's black bow, That I would not have that view Another day Until next May Again it is due?
The same year after year--- But with the swift alone. With other things I but fear That they will be over and done Suddenly And I only see Them to know them gone.
|Author||Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)|
|Title||How at Once|
|Copyright||Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd.|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|