Edward Thomas (
1878–
1917)
Tall
nettles cover up, as they have done
These many springs, the rusty
harrow, the plough
Long worn out, and the roller made of stone:
Only the
elm butt tops the nettles now.
This corner of the farmyard I like most:
As well as any
bloom upon a flower
I like the dust on the nettles, never lost
Except to prove the sweetness of a
shower.