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Edward Thomas
I love roads:<br>The...
I love roads:
The goddesses that dwell
Far along them invisible
Are my favourite...
I have come...
I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their...
Out of us...
Out of us all
That make rhymes,
Will you choose
Sometimes -
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a...
There is not...
There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must...
The fairest things...
The fairest things have fleetest end,
Their scent survives their close:
But the rose's scent is bitterness
To...