Sunday, January 17, 2016

Tales Told in Dim Eden

Dogwood Bud
—Photo by Katy Brown, Davis, CA

—Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)

Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs,
When March winds wake,
So old with their beauty are—
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.

Very old are the brooks;
And the rills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold beneath
The azure skies
Sing such a history
Of come and gone,
Their every drop is as wise
As Solomon.

Very old are we men;
Our dreams are tales
Told in dim Eden
By Eve's nightingales;
We wake and whisper awhile,
But, the day gone by,
Silence and sleep like fields
Of amaranth lie.



For more about Walter de la Mare, especially his childrens' poetry, go to