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Here is another of Edward Thomas' poems which I have set to music:

The Thrush
By Edward Thomas

Em Bm
When Winter's ahead,
Am D Em Bm Am Bm
What can you read in November
Em Bm
That you read in April
Am D Em Bm Am Bm
When Winter's dead?

I hear the thrush, and I see
Him alone at the end of the lane
Near the bare poplar's tip,
Singing continuously.

G D
Is it more that you know
Em D
Than that, even as in April,
C#m Em
So in November,
Bm7
Winter is gone that must go?

Or is all your lore
Not to call November November,
And April April,
And Winter Winter—no more?

But I know the months all,
And their sweet names, April,
May and June and October,
As you call and call

I must remember
What died into April
And consider what will be born
Of a fair November;

C D
And April I love for what
G Em
It was born of, and November
Fmaj7
For what it will die in,
Am7
What they are and what they are not,

While you love what is kind,
What you can sing in
And love and forget in
All that's ahead and behind.