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ContemplativeWalter de la Mare

Old Susan

When Susan's work was done she'd sit, With one fat guttering candle lit, And window opened wide to win The sweet night air to enter in; There, with a thumb to keep her place She'd read, with stern and wrinkled face, Her mild eyes gliding very slow Across the letters to and fro, While wagged the guttering candle flame In the wind that through the window came. And sometimes in the silence she Would mumble a sentence audibly, Or shake her head as if to say, 'You silly souls, to act this way!' And never a sound from night I'd hear, Unless some far-off cock crowed clear;
ContemplativeWalter de la Mare

Eyes

O strange devices that alone divide The seër from the seen-- The very highway of earth's pomp and pride That lies between The traveller and the cheating, sweet delight Of where he longs to be, But which, bound hand and foot, he, close on night, Can only see.
DreamyWalter de la Mare

Rachel

Rachel sings sweet-- Oh yes, at night, Her pale face bent In the candle-light, Her slim hands touch The answering keys, And she sings of hope And of memories: Sings to the little Boy that stands Watching those slim, Light, heedful hands. He looks in her face; Her dark eyes seem Dark with a beautiful Distant dream;
ContemplativeWalter de la Mare

Sleep

Men all, and birds, and creeping beasts, When the dark of night is deep, From the moving wonder of their lives Commit themselves to sleep. Without a thought, or fear, they shut The narrow gates of sense; Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn Their strength to impotence. The transient strangeness of the earth Their spirits no more see: Within a silent gloom withdrawn, They slumber in secrecy. Two worlds they have--a globe forgot Wheeling from dark to light; And all the enchanted realm of dream That burgeons out of night.
DreamyWalter de la Mare

Dreams

Be gentle, O hands of a child; Be true: like a shadowy sea In the starry darkness of night Are your eyes to me. But words are shallow, and soon Dreams fade that the heart once knew; And youth fades out in the mind, In the dark eyes too. What can a tired heart say, Which the wise of the world have made dumb? Save to the lonely dreams of a child, 'Return again, come!'
SadWalter de la Mare

April Moon

Roses are sweet to smell and see, And lilies on the stem; But rarer, stranger buds there be, And she was like to them. The little moon that April brings, More lovely shade than light, That, setting, silvers lonely hills Upon the verge of night-- Close to the world of my poor heart So stole she, still and clear; Now that she's gone, O dark, and dark, The solitude--the fear.
DreamyWalter de la Mare

The Unchanging

After the songless rose of evening, Night quiet, dark, still, In nodding cavalcade advancing Starred the deep hill: You, in the valley standing, In your quiet wonder took All that glamour, peace, and mystery In one grave look. Beauty hid your naked body, Time dreamed in your bright hair, In your eyes the constellations Burned far and fair.
CheerfulWalter de la Mare

The Little Salamander

When I go free, I think 'twill be A night of stars and snow, And the wild fires of frost shall light My footsteps as I go; Nobody--nobody will be there With groping touch, or sight, To see me in my bush of hair Dance burning through the night.

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