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    Edward Thomas - Tears


    by poetictouch

    Edward Thomas - Tears - Read by Tony Britton

    by Edward Thomas (1878-1917)

    It seems I have no tears left. They should have fallen —
    Their ghosts, if tears have ghosts, did fall — that day
    When twenty hounds streamed by me, not yet combed out
    But still all equals in their rage of gladness
    Upon the scent, made one, like a great dragon
    In Blooming Meadow that bends towards the sun
    And once bore hops: and on that other day
    When I stepped out from the double-shadowed Tower
    Into an April morning, stirring and sweet
    And warm. Strange solitude was there and silence.
    A mightier charm than any in the Tower
    Possessed the courtyard. They were changing guard
    Soldiers in line, young English countrymen,
    Fair-haired and ruddy, in white tunics. Drums
    And fifes were playing "The British Grenadiers".
    The men, the music piercing that solitude
    And silence, told me truths I had not dreamed
    And have forgotten since their beauty passed.