Poem of the Week: Music by Walter de la Mare

08 June 2012

I'm afraid I've been unofficially MIA this week. Momma was determined to get the whole house cleaned from top to bottom now that dance and tutorial are ended, and so we've been having a rather busy week of it. (My hands smelled of bleach all day yesterday from cleaning out the shower, if that is proof enough for you :P). I've also been trying to get a good bit of geometry done each morning, as well as some reading, both school-related and otherwise. And all that equals few new posts here on Literary Lane. 

But never fear! I hope to get back into posting at least every other day in the coming week, as well as joining in Snippets of Story and maybe Beautiful People sometime this month. For now, please enjoy this week's snippet of poetry. :)

{via pinterest}

By Walter de la Mare

When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, 
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; 
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees 
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. 

When music sounds, out of the water rise 
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, 
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face, 
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. 

When music sounds, all that I was I am 
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; 
And from Time's woods break into distant song 
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along. 

Have a good evening!

4 epistles:

  1. That was a lovely poem! Your background music really adds to it, if I may say so myself. :)

    eve @ essence of eve

  2. Oh so you have the job of cleaning out the shower cupboard too? The pungent smell of bleach and soup is one rather obstinate in the removal of its fragrance :). I have been quite busy too with school, music and writing so with little time to blog; I guess I know how you feel.

    But I look forward to reading your coming posts, including your snippets and Beautiful People ones!

    Beautiful poem by the way :).

    God bless.
    ~Joy @ joy-live4jesus.blogspot.com

  3. *happy sigh*
    I love that poem, especially the imagery.
    And I abhor the smell of bleach. Back when I lived by the sea we had to clean the entire house, top to bottom, with it to get rid of the mildew that quickly sprang up everywhere. I still cannot stand the smell. (Regardless, I would still live by the beach if I could, even if I had to monthly clean with bleach!)

  4. Hello Elizabeth!
    I am so thrilled to say that I have just ordered a copy of your book, Violets are Blue. I can't wait for it to arrive!


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