AT poet's tears,
Sweeter than any smiles but hers,
She laughs; I sigh;
And yet I could not live if she should die.
And when in June
Once more the cuckoo spoils his tune,
She laughs at sighs;
And yet she says she loves me till she dies.
Classic poem
Song
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- AT poet's tears,
- Poet
- Edward Thomas
- Themes
- love, death, grief
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