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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.

Walter de La Mare

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Walter de La Mare
Age: 83 †
Born: 1873
Born: April 25
Died: 1956
Died: June 22
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Charlton
London
Walter Ramal
Walter John de la Mare
Silently
Slowly
Silver
Moon
Walks
Night

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What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
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So, blind to Someone I must be.
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Very old are the woods And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes.
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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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What lovely things Thy hand hath made.
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Hi! handsome hunting man Fire your little gun. Bang! Now the animal is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
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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 again.
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