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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If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.

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