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Edward Thomas - The Hollow Wood
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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.
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