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The images of village, hill and home,
And crystal England stands against the dark.
The path cut in the pane most worries me,
Coming from nowhere, moving into nowhere.
Is it the road to the land no traveller
Tells of; I turn away, knowing it is, for me,
That sullen lane leading you out of sight,
In darkening France, the road taken.
Suddenly I feel the known world shaken
By gunfire, by glass breaking. In comes the night.
--Leslie Norris, A Glass Window, In Memory of Edward Thomas,
at Eastbury Church
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