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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE DECOY, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell us, o pilgrim, what strange she Last Line: And none fore-tokens rest.' Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter | |||
'Tell us, O pilgrim, what strange She Lures and decoys your wanderings on? Cheek, eye, brow, lip, you scan each face, Smile, ponder -- and are gone. 'Are we not flesh and blood? Mark well, We touch you with our hands. We speak A tongue that may earth's secrets tell: Why further will you seek?' 'Far have I come, and far must fare. Noon and night and morning-prime, I search the long road, bleak and bare, That fades away in Time. 'On the world's brink its wild weeds shake, And there my own dust, dark with dew, Burns with a rose that, sleep or wake, Beacons me -- "Follow true!"' 'Her name, crazed soul? And her degree? What peace, prize, profit in her breast?' 'A thousand cheating names hath she; And none fore-tokens rest.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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