To envy a man is to misunderstand him or yourself. - Edward Thomas

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

If I should ever by chance grow rich
I'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,
And let them all to my eldest daughter.

I built myself a house of glass:
It took me years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.