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Title: Collected Poems 1901-1918 in Two Volumes
Volume II.
Author: Walter de la Mare
Release Date: April 14, 2004 [EBook #12032]
Language: English
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POEMS 1901-1918 ***
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COLLECTED POEMS
1901-1918
BY
WALTER DE LA MARE
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. II
1920

CONTENTS
SONGS OF CHILDHOOD: 1901
TO JILL--
SLEEPYHEAD
BLUEBELLS
LOVELOCKS

TARTARY
THE BUCKLE
THE HARE
BUNCHES OF
GRAPES
JOHN MOULDY
THE FLY
SONG
I SAW
THREE WITCHES
THE SILVER PENNY
THE RAINBOW

THE FAIRIES DANCING
REVERIE
THE THREE
BEGGARS
THE DWARF
ALULVAN
THE PEDLAR
THE
OGRE
DAME HICKORY
THE PILGRIM
THE GAGE
AS
LUCY WENT A-WALKING
THE ENGLISHMAN
THE
PHANTOM
THE MILLER AND HIS SON

DOWN-ADOWN-DERRY
THE SUPPER
THE ISLE OF
LONE
SLEEPING BEAUTY
THE HORN
CAPTAIN LEAN

THE PORTRAIT OF A WARRIOR
HAUNTED
THE
RAVEN'S TOMB
THE CHRISTENING
THE FUNERAL

THE MOTHER BIRD
THE CHILD IN THE STORY GOES TO
BED
THE LAMPLIGHTER
I MET AT EVE
LULLABY

ENVOI
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SONGS OF CHILDHOOD: 1901
TO JILL

SLEEPYHEAD
As I lay awake in the white moonlight,
I heard a faint singing in the
wood,

"Out of bed,
Sleepyhead,
Put your white foot, now;
Here are we

Beneath the tree
Singing round the root now."
I looked out of window, in the white moonlight,
The leaves were like
snow in the wood--
"Come away,
Child, and play
Light with the gnomies;
In a mound,

Green and round,
That's where their home is."
"Honey sweet,
Curds to eat,
Cream and frumenty,
Shells and
beads,
Poppy seeds,
You shall have plenty."
But, as soon as I stooped in the dim moonlight
To put on my stocking
and my shoe,
The sweet shrill singing echoed faintly away,
And the
grey of the morning peeped through,
And instead of the gnomies
there came a red robin
To sing of the buttercups and dew.
BLUEBELLS
Where the bluebells and the wind are,
Fairies in a ring I spied,
And I heard a little linnet
Singing near beside.
Where the primrose and the dew are--
Soon were sped the fairies all:
Only now the green turf freshens,
And the linnets call.
LOVELOCKS
I watched the Lady Caroline
Bind up her dark and beauteous hair;

Her face was rosy in the glass,
And 'twixt the coils her hands would
pass,

White in the candleshine.
Her bottles on the table lay,
Stoppered, yet sweet of violet;
Her
image in the mirror stooped
To view those locks as lightly looped
As cherry boughs in May.
The snowy night lay dim without,
I heard the Waits their sweet song
sing;
The window smouldered keen with frost;
Yet still she twisted,
sleeked and tossed
Her beauteous hair about.
TARTARY
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Myself and me alone,
My bed should be
of ivory,
Of beaten gold my throne;
And in my court would
peacocks flaunt,
And in my forests tigers haunt,
And in my pools
great fishes slant
Their fins athwart the sun.
If I were Lord of Tartary,
Trumpeters every day
To every meal
should summon me,
And in my courtyard bray;
And in the evening
lamps would shine,
Yellow as honey, red as wine,
While harp, and
flute, and mandoline,
Made music sweet and gay.
If I were Lord of Tartary,
I'd wear a robe of beads,
White, and gold,
and green they'd be--
And clustered thick as seeds;
And ere should
wane the morning-star,
I'd don my robe and scimitar,
And zebras
seven should draw my car
Through Tartary's dark glades.
Lord of the fruits of Tartary,
Her rivers silver-pale!
Lord of the hills
of Tartary,
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
Her flashing stars, her
scented breeze,
Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,
Her
bird-delighting citron-trees
In every purple vale!
THE BUCKLE

I had a silver buckle,
I sewed it on my shoe,
And 'neath a sprig of
mistletoe
I danced the evening through.
I had a bunch of cowslips,
I hid them in a grot,
In case the elves
should come by night
And me remember not.
I had a yellow riband,
I tied it in my hair,
That, walking in the
garden,
The birds might see it there.
I had a secret laughter,
I laughed it near the wall:
Only the ivy and
the wind
May tell of it at all.
THE HARE
In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;

And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,

And she nibbled of the green;
And I whispered "Wh-s-st!
witch-hare,"
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the
moonlight there.
BUNCHES OF GRAPES
"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy;
"Pomegranates pink," says
Elaine;
"A junket of cream and a cranberry tart
For me," says Jane.
"Love-in-a-mist," says Timothy;
"Primroses pale," says Elaine;
"A
nosegay of pinks and mignonette
For me," says Jane.
"Chariots of gold," says Timothy;
"Silvery wings," says Elaine;
"A
bumpity ride in a waggon of hay
For me," says Jane.

JOHN MOULDY
I spied John Mouldy in his cellar,
Deep down twenty steps