The Hollow Wood

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Title

Description

Out in the sun the goldfinch flits
Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits
Above the hollow wood
Where birds swim like fish---
Fish that laugh and shriek---
To and fro, far below
In the pale hollow wood.
Lichen, ivy, and moss
Keep evergreen the trees
That stand half-flayed and dying,
And the dead trees on their knees
In dog's-mercury and moss:
And the bright twit of the goldfinch drops
Down there as he flits on thistle-tops.

Identifier

2901.txt

Creator

Thomas, Edward (1878-1917)

Date

1979

Date Created

1979-01-01

Temporal Coverage

1979-12-31

Type

Poem

Publisher

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

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