Walter de La Mare
Walter de La Mare
haunting riddle
What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
flower too-late fruit
Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
blind
So, blind to Someone I must be.
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.
lying sleep days-gone-by
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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.
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.
water way pity
It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.
lying eye darkness
When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.