Walter de la Mare Poems

Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal -- these:
For a broken heart there is no balm,
No cure for a heart at ease --
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The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye -
The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge,
The last thin rumour of a feeble bell far ringing,
The last blind rat to spurn the mildewed rye.
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When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed,
And the sweet smell gone.
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When I lie where shades of darkness
Shall no more assail mine eyes,
Nor the rain make lamentation
When the wind sighs;
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"Once...Once upon a time..."
Over and over again,
Martha would tell us her stories,
In the hazel glen.
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Bitterly, England must thou grieve
Though none of these poor men who died
But did within his soul believe
That death for thee was glorified.
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Wide are the meadows of night,
And daisies are shinng there,
Tossing their lovely dews,
Lustrous and fair;
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Three jolly gentlemen,
In coats of red,
Rode their horses
Up to bed.
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While at her bedroom window once,
Learning her task for school,
Little Louisa lonely sat
In the morning clear and cool,
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'Won't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, nidding, nodding in the garden;
'Can't you look out of your window, Mrs. Gill?'
Quoth the Fairy, laughing softly in the garden;
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