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The Poems of Edward ThomasI Built Myself a House of Glass

I Built Myself a House of Glass

I built myself a house of glass:
It took me years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas,
Would God someone would break it.
But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbour casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone.

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Lights Out1 minCock-Crow1 minWords1 minWords4 minI Never Saw That Land Before1 minThe Dark Forest1 minCelandine1 minThe Ash Grove1 minOld Man1 minThe Thrush1 minI Built Myself a House of Glass1 minFebruary Afternoon1 minDigging1 minTwo Houses1 minThe Mill-Water1 minA Dream1 minSedge-Warblers1 minUnder the Woods1 minWhat Will They Do?1 minTo-Night1 minA Cat1 minFull contents of The Poems of Edward Thomas
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