Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PHANTOM (1), by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Upstairs in the large closet, child Last Line: She hath sweet company. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter | ||||||||
'Upstairs in the large closet, child, This side the blue-room door, Is an old Bible, bound in leather, Standing upon the floor. 'Go with this taper, bring it me; Carry it on your arm; It is the book on many a sea Hath stilled the waves' alarm!' Late the hour; dark the night; The house is solitary; Feeble is a taper's light To light poor Ann to see. Her eyes are yet with visions bright Of sylph and river, flower and fay, Now through a narrow corridor She goes her lonely way. Vast shadows on the heedless walls Gigantic loom, stoop low: Each little hasty footfall calls Hollowly to and fro. Now in the dark clear glass there moves A taper, mocking hers, -- A phantom face of light blue eyes, Reflecting phantom fears. Around her loom the vacant rooms, Wind the upward stairs, She climbs on into a loneliness Only her taper shares. Out in the dark a cold wind stirs, At every window sighs; A waning moon peers small and chill From out the cloudy skies, Casting faint tracery on the walls; So stony still the house From cellar to attic rings the shrill Squeak of the hungry mouse. Ann scarce can hear or breathe, so fast Her pent-up heart doth beat, When, faint along the corridor, She hears the fall of feet: -- Sounds lighter than silk slippers make Upon a ballroom floor, when sweet Violin and 'cello wake Music for twirling feet. O! in an old unfriendly house, What shapes may not conceal Their faces in the open day, At night abroad to steal! Even her taper seems with fear To languish small and blue; Far in the woods the winter wind Runs whistling through. A dreadful cold plucks at each hair, Her mouth is stretched to cry, But sudden, with a gush of joy, It narrows to a sigh. 'Tis but a phantom child which comes Soft through the corridor, Singing an old forgotten song, This ancient burden bore: -- 'Thorn, thorn, I wis, And roses twain, A red rose and a white; Stoop in the blossom, bee, and kiss A lonely child good-night. 'Swim fish, sing bird, And sigh again, I that am lost am lone, Bee in the blossom never stirred Locks hid beneath a stone!' -- Her eyes were of the azure fire That hovers in wintry flame; Her raiment wild and yellow as furze That spouteth out the same; And in her hand she bore no flower, But on her head a wreath Of faded flowers that did yet Smell sweetly after death. . . . Gloomy with night the listening walls Are now that she is gone, Albeit this solitary child No longer seems alone. Fast though her taper dwindles down, Though black the shadows come, A beauty beyond fear to dim Haunts now her alien home. Ghosts in the world, malignant, grim, Vex many a wood and glen, And house and pool, -- the unquiet ghosts Of dead and restless men. But in her grannie's house this spirit -- A child as lone as she -- Pining for love not found on earth, Ann dreams again to see. Seated upon her tapestry-stool, Her fairy-book laid by, She gazes into the fire, knowing She hath sweet company. | 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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