Quote #18

Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.

More from Walter de la Mare

  1. We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
  2. Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
  3. His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, 'Rest, rest, and rest agai…
  4. Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
  5. Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
  6. All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
  7. Some one came knocking At my wee, small door; Some one came knocking, I'm sure-sure-sure.
  8. So, blind to Someone I must be.

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