Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not
starved ; |
Cold, yet had heat within me that was
proof |
Against the North wind ; tired, yet so
that rest |
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a
roof.
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Then at the inn I had food, fire, and
rest, |
Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was
I. |
All of the night was quite barred out
except |
An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry
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Shaken out long and clear upon the
hill, |
No merry note, nor cause of merriment, |
But one telling me plain what I escaped |
And others could not, that night, as in
I went.
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And salted was my food, and my repose, |
Salted and sobered, too, by the bird’s
voice |
Speaking for all who lay under the
stars, |
Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.
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Edward
Thomas |
Classic Poems |
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