Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

All That's Past

Poem by Walter de la Mare

Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs,
When March winds wake,
So old with their beauty are--
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.
Very old are the brooks;
And the rills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold beneath
The azure skies
Sing such a history
Of come and gone,
Their every drop is as wise
As Solomon.

Very old are we men;
Our dreams are tales
Told in dim Eden
By Eve's nightingales;
We wake and whisper awhile,
But, the day gone by,
Silence and sleep like fields
Of amaranth lie.

Comments about All That's Past by Walter de la Mare

  • Church Boy (11/20/2019 1:22:00 PM)

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  • Ashek SarkerAshek Sarker (6/15/2015 1:40:00 AM)

    we wake and whisper awhile
    but the day gone by..(Report)Reply

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  • Birgitta Abimbola HeikkaBirgitta Abimbola Heikka (4/27/2014 12:06:00 PM)

    Love the last stanza. Favorite lines: “Our dreams are tales told in dim Eden by Eve’s nightingales.”(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003