Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ENCHANTED HILL, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: From height of noon, remote and still Last Line: Morning enshrines the empty hill. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter | ||||||||
From height of noon, remote and still, The sun shines on the empty hill. No mist, no wind, above, below; No living thing strays to and fro. No bird replies to bird on high, Cleaving the skies with echoing cry. Like dreaming water, green and wan, Glassing the snow of mantling swan, Like a clear jewel encharactered With secret symbol of line and word, Asheen, unruffled, slumbrous, still, The sunlight streams on the empty hill. But soon as Night's dark shadows ride Across its shrouded Eastern side, When at her kindling, clear and full, Star beyond star stands visible; Then course pale phantoms, fleet-foot deer Lap of its waters icy-clear. Mounts the large moon, and pours her beams On bright-fish-flashing, singing streams. Voices re-echo. Coursing by, Horsemen, like clouds, wheel silently. Glide then from out their pitch-black lair Beneath the dark's ensilvered arch, Witches becowled into the air; And iron pine and emerald larch, Tents of delight for ravished bird, Are by loud music thrilled and stirred. Winging the light, with silver feet, Beneath their bowers of fragrance met, In dells of rose and meadowsweet, In mazy dance the fairies flit; While drives his share the Ploughman high Athwart the daisy-powdered sky: Till far away, in thickening dew, Piercing the Eastern shadows through, Rilling in crystal clear and still, Light 'gins to tremble on the hill. And like a mist on faint winds borne, Silent, forlorn, wells up the morn. Then the broad sun with burning beams Steeps slope and peak and gilded streams. Then no foot stirs; the brake shakes not; Soundless and wet in its green grot As if asleep, the leaf hangs limp; The white dews drip untrembling down, From bough to bough, orblike, unblown; And in strange quiet, shimmering and still, Morning enshrines the empty hill. | 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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