Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

The Ghost - Poem by Walter de la Mare

Peace in thy hands,
Peace in thine eyes,
Peace on thy brow;
Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,
Peace with me now.

Not a wave breaks,
Not a bird calls,
My heart, like a sea,
Silent after a storm that hath died,
Sleeps within me.

All the night's dews,
All the world's leaves,
All winter's snow
Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life's dream
All sorrowing now.


Comments about The Ghost by Walter de la Mare

  • (3/27/2018 5:00:00 AM)


    its not that scary as I thought but I love I like the starting because of the peace word and it looks like you are reading a prayer out. (Report) Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/18/2017 3:03:00 PM)


    My heart, like a sea,
    Silent after a storm that hath died,
    Sleeps within me.
    Thanks for the great poem.
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/18/2017 2:16:00 PM)


    The Host! ! Silent after a storm! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (8/18/2017 1:09:00 AM)


    Such a great interesting piece of work.... (Report) Reply

  • (8/18/2017 1:08:00 AM)


    So tragic! Yet beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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