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We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.

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
Whisper
Wake
Fields
Silence
Sleep
Gone
Lying
Like
Awhile

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