REMEMBRANCE by Walter de la Mare

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The sky was like a waterdrop
In shadow of a thorn,
Clear, tranquil, beautiful,
Dark, forlorn.
Lightning along its margin ran;
A rumour of the sea
Rose in profundity and sank
Into infinity.
Lofty and few the elms, the stars
In the vast boughs most bright;
I stood a dreamer in a dream
In the unstirring night.
Not wonder, worship, not even peace
Seemed in my heart to be:
Only the memory of one,
Of all most dead to me.
Walter de la Mare,
Tags: Loss poems

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