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Arabia Post by :Fred_E Category :Poems Author :Walter De La Mare Date :July 2011 Read :3455

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Far are the shades of Arabia,
Where the Princes ride at noon,
'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets,
Under the ghost of the moon;
And so dark is that vaulted purple
Flowers in the forest rise
And toss into blossom 'gainst the phantom stars
Pale in the noonday skies.

Sweet is the music of Arabia
In my heart, when out of dreams
I still in the thin clear mirk of dawn
Descry her gliding streams;
Hear her strange lutes on the green banks
Ring loud with the grief and delight
Of the dim-silked dark-haired Musicians
In the brooding silence of night.

They haunt me--her lutes and her forests;
No beauty on earth I see
But shadowed with that dreams recalls
Her loveliness to me:
Still eyes look coldly upon me,
Cold voices whisper and say--
"He is crazed with the spell of far Arabia,
They have stolen his wits away."

(The end)
Walter De la Mare's poem: Arabia

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The Mountains The Mountains

The Mountains
Still, and blanched, and cold, and lone, The icy hills far off from meWith frosty ulys overgrown Stand in their sculptured secrecy.No path of theirs the chamois fleet Treads, with a nostril to the wind;O'er their ice-marbled glaciers beat No wings of eagles in my mind--Yea, in my mind these mountains rise, Their perils dyed with evening's rose;And still my ghost sits at my eyes And thirsts for their untroubled snows.(The end)Walter De la Mare's poem: Mountains

Never More Sailor Never More Sailor

Never More Sailor
Never more, Sailor,Shall thou beTossed on the wind-ridden,Restless sea.Its tides may labour;All the worldShake 'neath that weightOf waters hurled:But its whole shockCan only stirThy dust to a quietEven quieter.Thou mock'st at landWho now art comeTo such a smallAnd shallow home;Yet bore the seaFull many a careFor bones that onceA sailor's were.And though the grave'sDeep soundlessnessThy once sea-deafenedEar distress,No robin everOn the deepHopped with his songTo haunt thy sleep.(The end)Walter De la Mare's poem: Never More Sailor