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 "id": "edward-thomas/the-lane",
 "title": "The Lane",
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 "poet": "Edward Thomas",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Poetry",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1927,
  "venue": "Two Poems (London, Ingpen & Grant, 1927)",
  "note": "Not verified against the page. Standard Ebooks names four sources for this gathering: Gutenberg 22423 (Poems, 1917), Gutenberg 22732 (Last Poems, 1918), a Collected Poems, and Two Poems (Ingpen & Grant, 1927), whose Google Books record gives it as eight pages. The 1917 and 1918 books do not contain this poem, and neither does the 1920 Selwyn & Blount Collected Poems, whose contents leaf and text were read here (archive.org collectedpoemswi00thomuoft). Two poems in the gathering are left unaccounted for, this one and the other of the pair, and one two-poem pamphlet is left unaccounted for, so the pamphlet is taken to be their printing. That is an argument from the source list, not a page anyone here has read: no copy of Two Poems is held, and its contents have not been confirmed.",
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  "sources": [
   "https://www.google.com/books/edition/Two_Poems/3ycPAAAAQAAJ",
   "https://archive.org/details/collectedpoemswi00thomuoft"
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   "https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/22732",
   "https://www.google.com/books/edition/Collected_Poems/LMsEAQAAIAAJ",
   "https://www.google.com/books/edition/Two_Poems/3ycPAAAAQAAJ"
  ],
  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
 },
 "verification": {
  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
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   {
    "text": "Some day, I think, there will be people enough",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Out of the hedges of Green Lane, the straight",
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    "text": "Broad lane where now September hides herself",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In bracken and blackberry, harebell and dwarf gorse.",
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    "text": "To-day, where yesterday a hundred sheep",
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   {
    "text": "Were nibbling, halcyon bells shake to the sway",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of waters that no vessel ever sailed⁠ ⁠…",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It is a kind of spring: the chaffinch tries",
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   {
    "text": "His song. For heat it is like summer too.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "This might be winter’s quiet. While the glint",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of hollies dark in the swollen hedge lasts⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "One mile⁠—and those bells ring, little I know",
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   {
    "text": "Or heed if time be still the same, until",
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    "text": "The lane ends and once more all is the same.",
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