Wednesday, 1 February 2012

RACHEL by Walter de la Mare


Rachel sings sweet—
Oh, yes, at night,
Her pale face bent
In the candle-light,
Her slim hands touch
The answering keys,
And she sings of hope
And of memories:
Sings to the little
Boy that stands
Watching those slim,
Light, heedful hands.
He looks in her face;
Her dark eyes seem
Dark with a beautiful 
Distant dream;
And still she plays,
Sings tenderly
To him of hope,
And of memory.
 
 
 
 
 

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