Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
and saw from the elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
and saw from the elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass
What we below could not see, Winter pass.