Collected Poems 1901-1918 in Two Volumes - Volume I. by Walter De la Mare
page 62 of 161 (38%)
page 62 of 161 (38%)
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Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was. Nought gold where your hair was; Nought warm where your hand was; But phantom, forlorn, Beneath the thorn, Your ghost where your face was. Sad winds where your voice was; Tears, tears where my heart was; And ever with me, Child, ever with me, Silence where hope was. WINTER Green Mistletoe! Oh, I remember now A dell of snow, Frost on the bough; None there but I: Snow, snow, and a wintry sky. None there but I, And footprints one by one, |
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