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The Dark Forest
(3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)

The Dark Forest

Poem By Edward Thomas

Dark is the forest and deep, and overhead
Hang stars like seeds of light
In vain, though not since they were sown was bred
Anything more bright.

And evermore mighty multitudes ride
About, nor enter in;
Of the other multitudes that dwell inside
Never yet was one seen.

The forest foxglove is purple, the marguerite
Outside is gold and white,
Nor can those that pluck either blossom greet
The others, day or night.

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Simply amazing! Two poems that I read bythis poet were lovely! N.D.