Poems by Walter de la Mare
The Three Strangers
... their eyes Scan the lone, hastening solitary ...
Hi!
... Never more to peep again, creep again, leap again, ...
Sleep
... When all, and birds, and creeping beasts, ...
Before Dawn
... While of His Mother's heart this Babe ...
Comfort
... "You in your sheep's' wool coat, ...
Up and Down
... For leave to ride to Ludgate ...
The Pigs and the Charcoal-burner
... And when, full-fed, they were gone, and Night ...
The Veil
... Her eyes, 'tis plain, survey with ease ...
The Song of the Mad Prince
... Who said, " Green dusk for dreams, ...
The Strangers
... While of his mothers heart this Babe ...
The Fly
... And specks of sale as bright to see ...
Unstooping
... Beat on their clear bright cheeks and browns ...
Sephina
... Where nectarous flowers their sweets distil ...
The Ruin
... Clattering like grasshoppers, their feet ...
