But I know the months all, And their sweet names, April, May and June and October, As you call and call
I must remember
What died into April
And consider what will be born
Of a fair November;
And April I love for what
It was born of, and November
For what it will die in,
What they are and what they are not.
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- 1.All quotations from Thomas’ poems are from The Collected Poems of Edward Thomas, ed. R. George Thomas (Oxford, 1978).Google Scholar