Quote #25
'A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay'
More from Walter de la Mare
- 'Bunches of grapes,' says Timothy; 'Pomegranates pink,' says Elaine; 'A junket of cream and a cranberry tart For me,' says Jane.
- Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
- What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
- 'What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
- So, blind to Someone I must be.
- 'Is anybody there?' said the Traveler, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses Of the forest's ferny…
- All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
- 'Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,' he said.