Walter de la Mare
Kent / England
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Rating: 3.3
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.

When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.

When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Isabel mcquitty 02 June 2020
This poem was new to me and my granddaughter and we both loved it
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Castellenas John 22 March 2019
A world without music. A quiet and lonely road. A amazing and wonderful poem.
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Simran sharma 26 May 2018
Heart touching
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Unanimous 23 January 2018
My heart just sunk
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Daniel Jones 24 February 2017
What a beautifully written ode to music, Thank you
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Tom Allport 23 December 2016
providing it's the right music it can raise everyone's spirits.
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This haunt of brooding dust - - -remarkable.
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* Sunprincess * 07 April 2016
............a wonderful and beautiful tribute to music ?
4 5 Reply
Alisha Castle 07 January 2016
sweet poetry..............
5 5 Reply
There are lot of positiveness of music and a lovely poem.
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Purushothaman P 03 August 2015
Second ur motion
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