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So, blind to Someone I must be.

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
Must
Blind
Someone

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All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.
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A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
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Poor tired Tim! It's sad for him He lags the long bright morning through, Ever so tired of nothing to do.
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The only catalogue of this world's goods that really counts is that which we keep in the silence of the mind.
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.
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And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.
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All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
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For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there That music, remote, forlorn.
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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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God has mercifully ordered that the human brain works slowly first the blow, hours afterwards the bruise.
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
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Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.
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But beauty vanishes beauty passes However rare rare it be And when I crumble, who will remember This lady of the West Country?
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Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
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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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Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour
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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
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What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.
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