Sunday, June 01, 2008

Thought for the Week!

Walter de la Mare
When all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.

Without a thought, or fear, they shut
The narrow gates of sense;
Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
Their strength to impotence.

The transient strangeness of the earth
Their spirits no more see:
Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
They slumber in secrecy.

Two worlds they have--a globe forgot,
Wheeling from dark to light;
And all the enchanted realm of dream
That burgeons out of night.


  1. For a second I thought the master had returned to posting Cherie.

    To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub.Well that's enough of this one!

  2. jmb - I think he is having a long sleep!

    My dreams are usually good :-)

  3. Cherie, that's lovely and thanks for all your support.


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