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��EDWARD THOMAS
944 The New House
rOW first, as 1 shut the door,
I was alone In the new house ; and the wind Began to moan.
Old at once was the house,
And I was old, My ears were teased with the dread
Of what was foretold,
Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;
Sad days when the sun Shone in vain old griefs and griefs
Not yet begun.
All was foretold me; naught
Could I foresee; But I learn'd how the wind would sound
After these things should be.
945 A dies tr of
"ES. I remember Adlestrop The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hiss'd. Some one clear'd his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop only the name
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