Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

The Song Of Finis - Poem by Walter de la Mare

At the edge of All the Ages
A Knight sate on his steed,
His armor red and thin with rust
His soul from sorrow freed;
And he lifted up his visor
From a face of skin and bone,
And his horse turned head and whinnied
As the twain stood there alone.

No bird above that steep of time
Sang of a livelong quest;
No wind breathed,
Rest:
"Lone for an end!" cried Knight to steed,
Loosed an eager rein--
Charged with his challenge into space:
And quiet did quiet remain.


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  • Rod Mendieta (12/25/2016 10:44:00 AM)


    Images so haunting, solitude sweetly unbearable. Will cherish this one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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