I saw sweet Poetry turn troubled eyes
On shaggy Science nosing in the grass,
For by that way poor Poetry must pass
On her long pilgrimage to Paradise.
He snuffled, grunted, squealed; perplexed by flies,
Parched, weatherworn, and near of sight, alas,
From peering close where very little was
In dens secluded from the open skies.
But Poetry in bravery went down,
And called his name, soft, clear, and fearlessly;
Stooped low, and stroked his muzzle overgrown;
Refreshed his drought with dew; wiped pure and free
His eyes: and lo! laughed loud for joy to see
In those grey deeps the azure of her own.
The Happy Encounter
Walter De La Mare
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Alan Collins - [email protected]: On 8th November 1997 I completed this poem by adding 2 lines to the 2nd stanza, thus fulfilling both the initial concept and the form of the 1st... which lines I offer here for other's to consider and/or enjoy:
"And, kneeling there, she spoke - intuitively -
Of starry things, and all the love she’d known."
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