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...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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