Quote #10
Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.
More from Walter de la Mare
- It's a very odd thing&mdas; As odd as can be- That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.
- 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!
- Do diddle di do, Poor Jim Jay Got stuck fast In Yesterday.
- Wonderful lovely there she sat, Singing the night away, All in the solitudinous sea Of that there lonely bay.
- A face peered. All the grey night In chaos of vacancy shone; Nought but vast sorrow was there- The sweet cheat gone.
- For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
- 'Who knocks?' 'I, who was beautiful, Beyond all dreams to restore, I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither, And knock on the door.'
- Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking, I'm sure-sure-sure.