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Tuesday, 4 May 2010

The Sunken Garden by Walter De La Mere

I am very fond of the poems and works of Walter De La Mere and I particularly like this one as it speaks of spring and summer evenings and of the promise to come
The Sunken Garden
Walter de la Mare
(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)


Speak not — whisper not;
Here bloweth thyme and bergamot;
Softly on the evening hour,
Secret herbs their spices shower,
Dark-spiked rosemary and myrrh,
Lean-stalked, purple lavender;
Hides within her bosom, too,
All her sorrows, bitter rue.

Breathe not — trespass not;
Of this green and darkling spot,
Latticed from the moon's beams,
Perchance a distant dreamer dreams;
Perchance upon its darkening air,
The unseen ghosts of children fare,
Faintly swinging, sway and sweep,
Like lovely sea-flowers in its deep;
While, unmoved, to watch and ward,
'Mid its gloomed and daisied sward,
Stands with bowed and dewy head
That one little leaden Lad.

1 comment:

  1. What a nice poem, I haven't come across this one before.

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