Walter de la Mare Poems

Ever, ever
Stir and shiver
The reeds and rushes
By the river:
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Dark frost was in the air without,
The dusk was still with cold and gloom,
When less than even a shadow came
And stood within the room.
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It was the Great Alexander,
Capped with a golden helm,
Sate in the ages, in his floating ship,
In a dead calm.
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What lovely things
Thy hand hath made:
The smooth-plumed bird
In its emerald shade,
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When thin-strewn memory I look through,
I see most clearly poor Miss Loo,
Her tabby cat, her cage of birds,
Her nose, her hair -- her muffled words,
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'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
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Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee;
And thou, poor Innocency;
And Love - a lad with broken wing;
Apnd Pity, too;
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Tom told his dog called Tim to beg,
And up at once he sat,
His two clear amber eyes fixed fast,
His haunches on his mat.Tom poised a lump of sugar on
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As Ann came in one summer's day,
She felt that she must creep,
So silent was the clear cool house,
It seemed a house of sleep.
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Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
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