Walter de La Mare
Walter de La Mare
adventure imagination kind
Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business... Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.
death dark winning
And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.
motivational silence mind
The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
horse coats red
Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
yesterday poor stuck
Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
sky snow soldier
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
lying sleep days-gone-by
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
blind
So, blind to Someone I must be.
water way pity
It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
dream song flower
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; And from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.