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Walter de la Mare

Walter de la Mare

All But Blind

All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.
 
All but blind
In the evening sky,
The hooded Bat
Twirls softly by.
 
All but blind
In the burning day,
The barn owl
Blunders on her way.
 
And blind as are
These three to me,
So blind to someone
I must be.

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Other works by Walter de la Mare...
Concert for flute with Frederick the Great in Sanssouci, by Adolph Menzel
Music

When music sounds, gone is the ear… And all her lovely things even lov… Her flowers in vision flame, her f… Lift burdened branches, stilled wi… When music sounds, out of the wate…
Winter

Clouded with snow The cold winds blow, And shrill on leafless bough The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now.
The Remonstrance

I was at peace until you came And set a careless mind aflame; I lived in quiet; cold, content; All longing in safe banishment, Until your ghostly lips and eyes
The Moth

Isled in the midnight air, Musked with the dark’s faint bloom… Out into glooming and secret haunt… The flame cries, ‘Come!’ Lovely in dye and fan,
Napoleon on his Imperial throne, by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres
Napoleon

“What is the world, O soldiers? It is I: I, this incessant snow, This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude
Sotto Voce

To Edward Thomas The haze of noon wanned silver-gre… The soundless mansion of the sun; The air made visible in his ray, Like molten glass from furnace run…
The Old Men

Old and alone, sit we, Caged, riddle-rid men; Lost to earth’s ‘Listen!’ and ‘Se… Thought’s ‘Wherefore?’ and ‘When?… Only far memories stray
Dry August Burned

Dry August burned. A harvest hare Limp on the kitchen table lay, Its fur blood-blubbered, eye astar… While a small child that stood nea… Wept out her heart to see it there…
November

THERE is wind where the rose was… Cold rain where sweet grass was, And clouds like sheep Stream o’er the steep Grey skies where the lark was.
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Alone

The abode of the nightingale is ba… Flowered frost congeals in the gel… The fox howls from his frozen lair… Alas, my loved one is gone, I am alone:
The Listeners

“Is there anybody there?” said the… Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champ… Of the forest’s ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turr…
How Sleep the Brave

Bitterly, England must thou griev… Though none of these poor men who… But did within his soul believe That death for thee was glorified. Ever they watched it hovering near…
When the Rose Is Faded

When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone. That vanishing loveliness,
The Mocking Fairy

‘Won’t you look out of your window… Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding… ‘Can’t you look out of your window… Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly… But the air was still, the cherry…
The Scarecrow

All winter through I bow my head beneath the driving rain; the North Wind powders me with sn… and blows me black again; at midnight 'neath a maze of stars



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