How do the days press on, and lay
Their fallen locks at evening down,
Whileas the stars in darkness play
And moonbeams weave a crown -
A crown of flower-like light in heaven,
Where in the hollow arch of space
Morn's mistress dreams, and the Pleiads seven
Stand watch about her place.
Stand watch - O days no number keep
Of hours when this dark clay is blind.
When the world's clocks are dumb in sleep
'Tis then I seek my kind.
The Flight
Walter De La Mare
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Poem topics: dark, flower, heaven, light, sleep, space, world, evening, place, play, blind, fallen, crown, stand, watch, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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