Ever, ever
Stir and shiver
The reeds and rushes
By the river:
Ever, ever,
As if in dream,
The lone moon's silver
Sleeks the stream.
What old sorrow,
What lost love,
Moon, reeds, rushes,
Dream you of?
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Comments1After all these years, Sir Walter de La Mare’s work still fills me with a sense of mystery and pure wonder. His natural imagery takes me back to simpler times, reading his works as a young kid. He had a way of invoking feelings of nostalgia, sorrow, and contemplation all at once. Reads like these remind me just why I fell in love with poetry. His words truly stand the test of time.