We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast Sorrow was there The sweet cheat gone. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“In these days of faith-cures, and hypnotism, and telepathy, and subliminalities – why, the simple old world grows very confusing. But rarely, very rarely novel.” — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
“When indeed you positively press your face, so to speak, against the crystalline window of your eyes, your mind is apt to become a… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“Away There is no sorrow Time heals never; No loss, betrayal, Beyond repair. Balm for the soul, then, Though grave shall sever Lover from… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
“Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door.” — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
As long as I live I shall always be My Self - and no other, Just me. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
“A poor old Widow in her weeds Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds; Not too shallow, and not too deep, And down came April… — Walter de la Mare Copy Share Image
Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels. — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
