fox

Poem: The Song of the Mad Prince

Who said, "Peacock Pie?"
The old king to the sparrow:
Who said, "Crops are ripe"?
Rust to the harrow:
Who said, "Where sleep she now?
Where rests she now her head,
Bathed in eve's loveliness?"--
That's what I said.

Who said, "Ay, mum's the word"?
Sexton to willow:
Who said, "Green dusk for dreams,
Moss for a pillow"?
Who said, "All Time's delight
Hath she for narrow bed;
Life's troubled bubble broken"?--
That's what I said.

- Walter de la Mare
Indexing:

Posts from This Journal by “poetry” Tag

  • Poem: Annunciation

    Salvation to all that will is nigh; That All, which always is all everywhere, Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, Which cannot die, yet…

  • Poem: Mary and Gabriel

    Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes water through. And soon, Out of the gold…

  • Poem: Song of the Mad Prince

    Who said, “Peacock Pie”? The old King to the sparrow: Who said, “Crops are ripe”? Rust to the harrow: Who said, “Where…