IT was a perfect day <br />For sowing; just <br />As sweet and dry was the ground <br />As tobacco-dust. <br /> <br />I tasted deep the hour <br />Between the far <br />Owl's chuckling first soft cry <br />And the first star. <br /> <br />A long stretched hour it was; <br />Nothing undone <br />Remained; the early seeds <br />All safely sown. <br /> <br />And now, hark at the rain, <br />Windless and light, <br />Half a kiss, half a tear, <br />Saying good-night.<br /><br />Edward Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sowing/
