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.
(Edward Thomas)
More Poetry from Edward Thomas:
- After Rain (Edward Thomas Poems)
- Lob (Edward Thomas Poems)
- The Other (Edward Thomas Poems)
- The Chalk-Pit (Edward Thomas Poems)
- Man and Dog (Edward Thomas Poems)
- Haymaking (Edward Thomas Poems)