Collected Poems 1901-1918 in Two Volumes - Volume I. by Walter De la Mare
page 72 of 161 (44%)
page 72 of 161 (44%)
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"Once ... once upon a time ..."
Like a dream you dream in the night, Fairies and gnomes stole out In the leaf-green light. And her beauty far away Would fade, as her voice ran on, Till hazel and summer sun And all were gone: All fordone and forgot; And like clouds in the height of the sky, Our hearts stood still in the hush Of an age gone by. THE SLEEPER 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. And sure, when she pushed open the door, Rapt in the stillness there, Her mother sat, with stooping head, Asleep upon a chair; Fast--fast asleep; her two hands laid |
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