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Edward Thomas

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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.
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"I Built Myself a House of Glass", line 1, cited from Collected Poems (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1978) p. 215.

 
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