Walter John De la Mare

Poetry

Wanderers

5.00  (1 votes)

Poetry

Alone

4.47  (15 votes)

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Why?

4.88   (66 votes)

Ever, ever

Stir and shiver

The reeds and rushes

By the river:

Ever, ever,

As if in dream,

The lone moon's silver

Sleeks the stream.

 

What old sorrow,

What lost love,

Moon, reeds, rushes,

Dream you of?

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