Walter de la Mare Quotes

Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she;
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.

Old Rover in his moss-greened house
Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.

Softly along the road of evening,
In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.

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.”

We wake and whisper awhile,
But, the day gone by,
Silence and sleep like fields
Of amaranth lie.

Do diddle di do,
Poor Jim Jay
Got stuck fast
In Yesterday.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

All but blind
In his chambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.

It's a very odd thing&mdas;
As odd as can be—
That whatever Miss T. eats
Turns into Miss T.

“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;
“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;
“A junket of cream and a cranberry tart
For me,” says Jane.

What lovely things
Thy hand hath made.

Poor tired Tim! It’s sad for him
He lags the long bright morning through,
Ever so tired of nothing to do.

"Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word," he said.

Who knocks?' 'I, who was beautiful,
Beyond all dreams to restore,
I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,
And knock on the door.

Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.