Walter De La Mare quotes

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All but blind
In his chambered hole
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed Mole.
So, blind to Someone
I must be.
We wake and whisper awhile,
But, the day gone by,
Silence and sleep like fields
Of amaranth lie.
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.
"A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay
For me," says Jane.
"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy;
"Pomegranates pink," says Elaine;
"A junket of cream and a cranberry tart."
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare--rare it be;
Do diddle di do,
Poor Jim Jay
Got stuck fast
In Yesterday.
It's a very odd thing--
As odd as can be--
That whatever Miss T. eats
Turns into Miss T.;
'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I,
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
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