Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Walter de la Mare Poems

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

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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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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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