Poems by Walter de la Mare
Miss Loo
... While the slim bird its lean wires shakes, ...
Napoleon
... It is I: I, this incessant snow, ...
Nicholas Nye
... "Poor Nicholas Nye!" Alone with his shadow he'd drowse in the meadow, ...
November
... Nought warm where your hand was, ...
Off the Ground
... Here's us two paying our forty shilling ...
Old Susan
... With--"You!--I thought you was in bed!"-- ...
Silver
... From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep ...
Snow
... At shut of day Stoops from the West ...
Some One
... So I know not who came knocking, ...
Sunk Lyonesse
... Mock their carver with heart of stone, ...
Tartary
... Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas, ...
The Fool Rings His Bells
... Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws ...
The Ghost
... Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life's dream ...
The Huntsmen
... Came clitter-clatter down the stairs ...
The Keys of Morning
... "Come hither, child, to me!" Louisa laid her lesson book ...
