The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.
Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917)
Contributed by: James
Today I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, An the square mustard field; Odours that rise When the spade wounds the root of tree, Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery;
Contributed by: Zaady
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
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