Verse is the natural speech of men, as singing is of birds'The Week's Survey, 18 June 1904
Edward ThomasAs well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
Edward ThomasThe flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should Have gathered them and will do never again.
Edward ThomasNovemberยs days are thirty: Novemberยs earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Few care for the mixture of earth and water, Twig, leaf, flint, thorn, Straw, feather, all that men scorn, Pounded up and sodden by flood, Condemned as mud.
Edward Thomas