Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Walter de la Mare Poems

1. The Mother Bird 10/23/2015
2. Song of the Mad Prince 11/13/2015
3. November 12/14/2015
4. Dry August Burned 2/22/2016
5. Seeds 6/19/2015
6. Mulla-Mulgars' Journey Song 3/30/2010
7. Melmillo 1/3/2003
8. The Remonstrance 1/3/2003
9. The Song Of Finis 1/3/2003
10. The Corner Stone 3/30/2010
11. The Pigs And The Charcoal-Burner 3/30/2010
12. Brueghel's Winter 3/30/2010
13. Gloria Mundi 3/30/2010
14. The Old Men 3/30/2010
15. The Three Strangers 3/30/2010
16. Old Susan 1/3/2003
17. The Fool Rings His Bells (MOTLEY) 1/3/2003
18. The Titmouse 3/30/2010
19. The Ruin 3/30/2010
20. Miss Loo 1/3/2003
21. Up And Down 3/30/2010
22. The Spirit Of Air 1/3/2003
23. The Widow 1/3/2003
24. One Moment Take Thy Rest 3/30/2010
25. The Tryst 3/30/2010
26. Sephina 3/30/2010
27. Sotto Voce 3/30/2010
28. Suppose 3/30/2010
29. The Children Of Stare 3/30/2010
30. Tit For Tat 3/30/2010
31. The Seas Of England 3/30/2010
32. The Linnet 3/30/2010
33. Comfort 3/30/2010
34. At Ease 1/3/2003
35. I Can'T Abear 3/30/2010
36. The Sunken Garden 3/30/2010
37. The Market-Place 3/30/2010
38. The Moth 3/30/2010
39. The Veil 3/30/2010
40. Martha 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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Sunk Lyonesse

In sea-cold Lyonesse,
When the Sabbath eve shafts down
On the roofs, walls, belfries
Of the foundered town,
The Nereids pluck their lyres
Where the green translucency beats,
And with motionless eyes at gaze
Make ministrely in the streets.

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