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Walter de la Mare...a poet I just learned of this evening through a painting which depicted The Steeps of Dreamland. What is that from? I keep thinking it is a nursery rhyme or song? Softly along the road of evening, In a twilight dim with rose, Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew Old Nod, the shepherd, goes. His drowsy flock streams on before him, Their fleeces charged with gold, To where the suns last beam leans low On Nod the shepherds fold. The hedge is quick and green with briar, From their sand the conies creep; And all the birds that fly in heaven Flock singing home to sleep. His lambs outnumber a noons roses, Yet, when nights shadows fall, His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon, Misses not one of all. His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain, His rams bell rings neath an arch of stars, Rest, rest, and rest again.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:52:57 +0000

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