[THAT GIRL'S CLEAR EYES] [SONNET 6] by EDWARD THOMAS
That girl's clear eyes utterly concealed all Except that there was something to reveal. And what did mine say in the interval? No more: no less. They are but as a seal Not to be broken till after I am dead; And then vainly. Every one of us This morning at our tasks left nothing said, In spite of many words. We were sealed thus, Like tombs. Nor until now could I admit That all I cared for was the pleasure and pain I tasted in the stony square sunlit, Or the dark cloisters, or shade of airy plane, While music blazed and children, line after line, Marched past, hiding the 'Seventeen Thirty-Nine'.
|Author||Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)|
|Title||That girl's clear eyes|
|Copyright||Copyright Edward Thomas, 1979, reproduced under licence from Faber and Faber Ltd.|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|