Walter de la Mare

As I mused by the hearthside,
Puss said to me;"there burns the fire , man,and here sit we
Four walls around usagainst the cold air;and the latch drawn closeto the draughty stair
A roof o'er our headsstar-proof, moon immune,and ...

There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep Stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was
Nought warm where your hand was,

"Sweep thy faint strings,
Musician,
With thy long lean hand;
Downward the starry tapers burn,

I spied John Mouldy in his celler,
Deep down twenty steps of stone;
In the dusk he sat
Smiling there all alone

'Who knocks
' 'I, who was beautiful Beyond all dreams to restore,
I from the roots of the dark thorn am hither,
And knock on the door

In sea-cold Lyonesse,
When the Sabbath eve shafts
On the roofs, walls,
Of the foundered town,

If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself, and me alone,
My bed should be of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;

When I lie where shades of darkness Shall no more assail mine eyes,
Nor the rain make lamentation When the wind sighs;
How will fare the world whose wonder Was the very proof of me
Memory fades, must the remembered Perishing be

'What is the world,
O soldiers
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,    This northern sky;

Three jolly Farmers Once bet a pound Each dance the others would Off the ground
Out of their coats They slipped right soon,
And neat and nicesome Put each his shoon
One—Two—Three

Three jolly gentlemen,
In coats of red,
Rode their horses Up to bed
Three jolly gentlemen Snored till morn,

Thistle and darnell and dock grew there,
And a bush, in the corner, of may,
On the orchard wall I used to sprawl In the blazing heat of the day;
Half asleep and half awake,