- Oh, no man knows
- Through what wild centuries
- Roves back the rose.
WALTER DE LA MARE, All That's Past
- Very old are we men;
- Our dreams are tales
- Told in dim Eden
- By Eve's nightingales;
- We wake and whisper awhile,
- But, the day gone by,
- Silence and sleep like fields
- Of amaranth lie.
WALTER DE LA MARE, All That's Past
- Hi! handsome hunting man
Fire your little gun.
Bang! Now the animal
is dead and dumb and done.
Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again,
Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
WALTER DE LA MARE, Rhymes and Verses
Like Oberon's meadows her garden is
Drowsy from dawn to dusk with bees.
Weeps she never, but sometimes sighs,
And peeps at her garden with bright brown eyes;
And all she has is all she needs --
A poor Old Widow in her weeds.
WALTER DE LA MARE, "A Widow's Weeds"
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