Top 15 Walter de la Mare Quotes

Who said "Peacock Pie"?
The old king to the sparrow:
Who said "Crops are ripe"?
Rust to the harrow. Who said, "Ay, mum's the word"?
Sexton to willow.
Who said, "Green dusk for dream?"
Moss for a pillow. Who said, "All Time’s delight
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life’s troubled bubble broken"?—
That’s what I 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:
Aye, 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.

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

"Is anybody there?" said the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor.

‘What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I,
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky.

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

A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay

“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.

So, blind to Someone
I must be.

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

Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:
Gone is another summer’s day.

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

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

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