Walter de la Mare Poems

Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she;
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
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Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs,
When March winds wake,
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All but blind
In his chambered hole,
Gropes for worms
The four-clawed mole.
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There is a wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
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If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
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Three jolly Farmers
Once bet a pound
Each dance the others would
Off the ground.
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No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun –
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down
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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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Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
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As I was walking,
Thyme sweet to my nose,
Green grasshoppers talking,
Rose rivalling rose:
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