Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Walter de la Mare Poems

81. The Veil 3/30/2010
82. The Widow 1/3/2003
83. The World Of Dream 8/2/2012
84. Tit For Tat 3/30/2010
85. Tom's Little Dog 1/3/2003
86. Unstooping 3/30/2010
87. Up And Down 3/30/2010
88. Wanderers 1/3/2003
89. When The Rose Is Faded 1/3/2003
90. Why? 1/3/2003
91. Winter 1/3/2003
92. Winter Dusk 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Walter de la Mare

The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grass
Of the forest's ferny floor;
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is there anybody there?" he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of ...

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November

THERE is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,

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