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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FLIGHT, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: How do the days press on, and lay
Last Line: Tis then I seek my kind.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter
First Line: How do the days press on, and lay
Last Line: Tis then I seek my kind.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter
How do the days press on, and lay
Their fallen locks at evening down,
While the clear stars in darkness play
And moonbeams weave a crown --
A crown of flower-like light in heaven,
Where in the hollow arch of space
Morn's mistress dreams, and the Pleiads seven
Stand watch about her place.
Stand watch -- O days, no number keep
Of hours when this dark clay is blind.
When the world's clocks are dumb in sleep
'Tis then I seek my kind.
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