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First Line: There they stand, on their ends, the fifty faggots
Last Line: Foresee or more control than robin and wren.
Alternate Author Name(s): Eastaway, Edward; Thomas, Edward
Subject(s): Environment; Trees; World War I; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation; First World War


There they stand, on their ends, the fifty faggots
That once were underwood of hazel and ash
In Jenny Pinks's Copse. Now, by the hedge
Close packed, they make a thicket fancy alone
Can creep through with the mouse and wren. Next Spring
A blackbird or a robin will nest there,
Accustomed to them, thinking they will remain
Whatever is for ever to a bird.
This Spring it is too late; the swift has come,
'Twas a hot day for carrying them up:
Better they will never warm me, though they must
Light several Winters' fires. Before they are done
The war will have ended, many other things
Have ended, maybe, that I can no more
Foresee or more control than robin and wren.





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