Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE COMB, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My mother sate me at her glass Last Line: On high this spangling comb. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter | ||||||||
My mother sate me at her glass; This necklet of bright flowers she wove; Crisscross her gentle hands did pass, And wound in my hair her love. Deep in the mirror our glances met, And grieved, lest from her care I roam, She kissed me through her tears, and set On high this spangling comb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ARABIA by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FIVE EYES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE JOHN MOULDY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |
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