Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Walter de la Mare Poems

41. Nod 3/30/2010
42. Old Susan 1/3/2003
43. The Fly 3/30/2010
44. Brueghel's Winter 3/30/2010
45. The Moth 3/30/2010
46. Sunk Lyonesse 1/3/2003
47. The Song Of Finis 1/3/2003
48. As I Was Walking 3/30/2010
49. The Scarecrow 3/30/2010
50. The Remonstrance 1/3/2003
51. Melmillo 1/3/2003
52. The Fool Rings His Bells (MOTLEY) 1/3/2003
53. The Widow 1/3/2003
54. The Spirit Of Air 1/3/2003
55. Miss Loo 1/3/2003
56. The Scribe 1/3/2003
57. The Keys Of Morning 1/3/2003
58. The Huntsmen 1/3/2003
59. Mistletoe 3/30/2010
60. Alexander 1/3/2003
61. Ghost 3/30/2010
62. Why? 1/3/2003
63. The Sleeper 1/3/2003
64. Napoleon 1/3/2003
65. Tom's Little Dog 1/3/2003
66. Martha 1/3/2003
67. Wanderers 1/3/2003
68. The Song Of Shadows 1/3/2003
69. Winter Dusk 1/3/2003
70. The Mocking Fairy 1/3/2003
71. Fare Well 1/3/2003
72. How Sleep The Brave 1/3/2003
73. Good-Bye 1/3/2003
74. At Ease 1/3/2003
75. When The Rose Is Faded 1/3/2003
76. Snow 1/3/2003
77. AUTUMN (November) 1/3/2003
78. Off The Ground 1/3/2003
79. Alone 1/3/2003
80. All But Blind 3/30/2010

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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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Tartary

If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court should peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.

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