WALTER DE LA MARE
Delamare-I-Know-a-Meadow

(Crazed by Walter de la Mare (1873–1956)

 

I know a pool where nightshade preens

Her poisonous fruitage in the moon;

Where the frail aspen her shadow leans

In midnight, cold a-swoon.

I know a meadow flat with gold -

A million, million burning flowers

In noon-sun’s thirst their buds unfold

Beneath his blazing showers.

I saw a crazed face, did I,

Stare from the lattice of a mill,

Where the lank sails clacked idly by

High on a windy hill.

I KNOW A MEADOW
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