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Walter de la Mare - The Children Of StareWalter de la Mare - The Children Of Stare
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Winter is fallen early   On the house of Stare; Birds in reverberating flocks   Haunt its ancestral box;   Bright are the plenteous berries   In clusters in the air.   Still is the fountain’s music,   The dark pool icy still, Whereupon a small and sanguine sun   Floats in a mirror on,   Into a West of crimson,   From a South of daffodil.   ’Tis strange to see young children   In such a wintry house; Like rabbits’ on the frozen snow   Their tell-tale footprints go;   Their laughter rings like timbrels   ’Neath evening ominous:   Their small and heightened faces   Like wine-red winter buds; Their frolic bodies gentle as   Flakes in the air that pass,   Frail as the twirling petal   From the briar of the woods.   Above them silence lours,   Still as an arctic sea; Light fails; night falls; the wintry moon   Glitters; the crocus soon   Will open grey and distracted   On earth’s austerity:   Thick mystery, wild peril,   Law like an iron rod:— Yet sport they on in Spring’s attire,   Each with his tiny fire   Blown to a core of ardour   By the awful breath of God.
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