More from Walter de la Mare

  1. So, blind to Someone I must be.
  2. 'Bunches of grapes,' says Timothy; 'Pomegranates pink,' says Elaine; 'A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me,' says Jane.
  3. All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
  4. 'A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay'
  5. Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
  6. Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
  7. Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
  8. 'What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.

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