Walter de La Mare
Walter de La Mare
lying sleep days-gone-by
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
lying eye darkness
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
summer lying cat
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
lying men chinese
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts – like a Chinese nest of boxes – oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front – in our ancestors, back and back until...
stars pain water
His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, "Rest, rest, and rest again.
men iron feet
Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
flower too-late fruit
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
blind
So, blind to Someone I must be.
fun sleep animal
Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
sweet night sorrow
A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone.
cat sight mind
As soon as they're out of your sight, you are out of their mind.
night moon silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
dream light may
A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.
self long
As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me.