Walter de la Mare

(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)

Alone - Poem by Walter de la Mare

The abode of the nightingale is bare,
Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air,
The fox howls from his frozen lair:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone:
It is winter.

Once the pink cast a winy smell,
The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell,
Light in effulgence of beauty fell:
I am alone:
It is winter.

My candle a silent fire doth shed,
Starry Orion hunts o'erhead;
Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead:
Alas, my loved one is gone,
I am alone;
It is winter.


Comments about Alone by Walter de la Mare

  • (11/23/2016 5:08:00 PM)


    (Alone by Walter de la Mare.) **Death. Aloneness. Winter. A poem that mirrors life. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/4/2008 5:16:00 PM)


    This poem is deep and he sees no good thing since his loved one is dead. Many ppl can relate to that I have at one point but it gets easier. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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