Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE THREE STRANGERS, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE



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First Line: Far are those tranquil hills
Last Line: For their grave courtesy.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter


Far are those tranquil hills,
Dyed with fair evening's rose;
On urgent, secret errand bent,
A traveller goes.

Approach him strangers three,
Barefooted, cowled; their eyes
Scan the lone, hastening solitary
With dumb surmise.

One instant in close speech
With them he doth confer:
God-sped, he hasteneth on,
That anxious traveller. . .

I was that man -- in a dream:
And each world's night in vain
I patient wait on sleep to unveil
Those vivid hills again.

Would that they three could know
How yet burns on in me
Love -- from one lost in Paradise --
For their grave courtesy.





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