Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

John Mouldy - Poem by Walter de la Mare

I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
In the dusk he sat a-smiling
Smiling there all alone.

He read no book, he snuffed no candle;
The rats ran in, the rats ran out,
And far and near, the drip of water
Went whisp'ring about.

The dusk was still, with dew a-falling,
I saw the Dog-star bleak and grim,
I saw a slim brown rat of Norway
Creep over him.

I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
In the dusk he sat a-smiling
Smiling there all alone.


Comments about John Mouldy by Walter de la Mare

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (12/24/2015 8:16:00 PM)

    That's no cellar- - that's his grave. Well, shiver me timbers, that is rather gruesome, Mr. Walter de la Mare (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010



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