I never had noticed it until <br />'Twas gone, - the narrow copse <br />Where now the woodman lops <br />The last of the willows with his bill <br /> <br />It was not more than a hedge overgrown. <br />One meadow's breadth away <br />I passed it day by day. <br />Now the soil is bare as bone, <br /> <br />And black betwixt two meadows green, <br />Though fresh-cut fag got ends <br />Of hazel made some amends <br />With a gleam as if flowers they had been. <br /> <br />Strange it could have hidden so near! <br />And now I see as I look <br />That the small winding brook, <br />A tributary's tributary, rises there.<br /><br />Edward Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-known-when-lost/
