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COLLECTED POEMS

1901-1918

BY

WALTER DE LA MARE

IN TWO VOLUMES

VOL. I

1920

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CONTENTS

POEMS: 1906

LYRICAL POEMS— SHADOW UNREGARDING THEY TOLD ME SORCERY THE CHILDREN OF STARE AGE THE GLIMPSE REMEMBRANCE TREACHERY IN VAIN THE MIRACLE KEEP INNOCENCY THE PHANTOM VOICES THULE THE BIRTHNIGHT: TO F. THE DEATH-DREAM "WHERE IS THY VICTORY?" FOREBODING VAIN FINDING NAPOLEON ENGLAND TRUCE EVENING NIGHT THE UNIVERSE GLORIA MUNDI IDLENESS GOLIATH

CHARACTERS FROM SHAKESPEARE— FALSTAFF MACBETH BANQUO MERCUTIO JULIET'S NURSE IAGO IMOGEN POLONIUS OPHELIA HAMLET

SONNETS— THE HAPPY ENCOUNTER APRIL SEA-MAGIC THE MARKET-PLACE ANATOMY EVEN IN THE GRAVE BRIGHT LIFE HUMANITY VIRTUE

MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD— REVERIE THE MASSACRE ECHO FEAR THE MERMAIDS MYSELF AUTUMN WINTER ENVOI: TO MY MOTHER

THE LISTENERS: 1914

THE THREE CHERRY TREESOLD SUSANOLD BENMISS LOOTHE TAILORMARTHATHE SLEEPERTHE KEYS OF MORNINGRACHELALONETHE BELLSTHE SCARECROWNODTHE BINDWEEDWINTERTHERE BLOOMS NO BUD IN MAYNOON AND NIGHT FLOWERESTRANGEDTHE TIRED CUPIDDREAMSFAITHLESSTHE SHADEBE ANGRY NOW NO MOREEXILEWHERE?MUSIC UNHEARDALL THAT'S PASTWHEN THE ROSE IS FADEDSLEEPTHE STRANGERNEVER MORE SAILORARABIATHE MOUNTAINSQUEEN DJENIRANEVER-TO-BETHE DARK CHÂTEAUTHE DWELLING-PLACETHE LISTENERSTIME PASSESBEWARE!THE JOURNEYHAUNTEDSILENCEWINTER DUSKTHE GHOSTAN EPITAPH"THE HAWTHORN HATH A DEATHLY SMELL"

MOTLEY: 1918

THE LITTLE SALAMANDERTHE LINNETTHE SUNKEN GARDENTHE RIDDLERSMOONLIGHTTHE BLIND BOYTHE QUARRYMRS. GRUNDYTHE TRYSTALONETHE EMPTY HOUSEMISTRESS FELLTHE GHOSTTHE STRANGERBETRAYALTHE CAGETHE REVENANTMUSICTHE REMONSTRANCENOCTURNETHE EXILETHE UNCHANGINGINVOCATIONEYESLIFETHE DISGUISEVAIN QUESTIONINGVIGILTHE OLD MENTHE DREAMERMOTLEYTHE MARIONETTESTO E.T.: 1917APRIL MOONTHE FOOL'S SONGCLEAR EYESDUST TO DUSTTHE THREE STRANGERSALEXANDERTHE REAWAKENINGTHE VACANT DAYTHE FLIGHTFOR ALL THE GRIEFTHE SCRIBEFARE WELL

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POEMS: 1906

TO HENRY NEWBOLT

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LYRICAL POEMS

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THEY TOLD ME

They told me Pan was dead, but I
  Oft marvelled who it was that sang
Down the green valleys languidly
  Where the grey elder-thickets hang.

Sometimes I thought it was a bird
  My soul had charged with sorcery;
Sometimes it seemed my own heart heard
  Inland the sorrow of the sea.

But even where the primrose sets
  The seal of her pale loveliness,
I found amid the violets
  Tears of an antique bitterness.

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