Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WILLOW, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Leans now the fair willow, dreaming Last Line: Burns the sun in the skies. Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter | ||||||||
Leans now the fair willow, dreaming Amid her locks of green. In the driving snow she was parched and cold, And in midnight hath been Swept by blasts of the void night, Lashed by the rains. Now of that wintry dark and bleak No memory remains. In mute desire she sways softly; Thrilling sap up-flows; She praises God in her beauty and grace, Whispers delight. And there flows A delicate wind from the Southern seas, Kissing her leaves. She sighs. While the birds in her tresses make merry; Burns the Sun in the skies. | 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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