He who binds to himself a joy
Does the wingèd life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
I did not and started to do some reading about the poem. In doing so I stumbled on this blog. The world is full of such interesting people and we are lucky that a few take the time to share what is in their heads. In a weird turn of events the author of the blog is an organizer of a conference on British poetry of the First World War to be held next month at Oxford. Edward Thomas, the author of Adlestrop, is considered one of the war poets.