Over the Land Freckled With Snow Half-Thawed

by Edward Thomas

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


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Over the Land Freckled With Snow Half-Thawed

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