...grace, The Tryst 13 Where two might happy be — just you and I — Lost in the uttermost of Eternity. Think ! in Time's smallest clock's minutest beat Might...for wandering feet? Or, 'twixt the sleep and wake of a Helen's dream, Silence wherein to sing love's requiem? No, no. Nor earth, nor air, nor fire, nor...

...words of his poems. If he has one consistent and recurring thought about the world it is this — that there is a better place to be in than the one in which...earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep Could lull poor human longingness asleep. Somewhere there Nothing is ; and there lost Man Shall find what changeless...

...for human grace, Where two might happy be — just you and I — Lost in the uttermost of Eternity. Think ! in Time's smallest clock's minutest beat Might...Man Shall win what changeless vague of peace he can. Upon this leafy bush With thorns and roses in it, Flutters a thing of light, A twittering linnet. And...

...sentimental day-dreams, but because he so mournfully turns back from them to the bitterness of reality : No, no. Nor earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep Could...Man Shall win what changeless vague of peace he can. These lines (ending in an unsatisfactory and ineffective vagueness of phrase, which is Mr. de la Mare's...

...Or, 'twixt the sleep and wake of Helen's dream, Silence wherein to sing love's requiem? MOTLEY: 1918 No, no. Nor earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep Could...Man Shall win what changeless vague of peace he can. 1 HE abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from...

...for human grace, Where two might happy be — just you and I — Lost in the uttermost of Eternity. Think! In Time's smallest clock's minutest beat Might...Helen's dream, Silence wherein to sing love's requiem? MOTLEY: 1918 No, no. Nor earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep Could lull poor mortal longingness asleep....

...for human grace, Where two might happy be — just you and I — Lost in the uttermost of Eternity. Think! In Time's smallest clock's minutest beat Might...Helen's dream, Silence wherein to sing love's requiem? MOTLEY: 1918 No, no. Nor earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep Could lull poor mortal longingness asleep....

...for human grace, Where two might happy be — just you and I — Lost in the uttermost of Eternity. Think ! in Time's smallest clock's minutest beat Might there not rest be found for wandering feet ? THE TRYST 195 Or, 'twixt the sleep and wake of Helen's dream, Silence wherein to sing love's requiem...

...The Tryst marks the end of his poetical journey. The curve is complete. The dream is only a dream. 'Think! in Time's smallest clock's minutest beat Might...Shall win what changeless vague of peace he can.' On the path of that curve all Mr de la Mare's memorable poetic achievements — and they are many —...

...temper in poetry, that his is the right temper, one which is conducive to the leading of a good life. Sings of hope And of memories : Sings to the little...earth, nor air, nor fire, nor deep Could lull poor human lonringness asleep. Somewhere there Nothing is ; and there lost Man Shall find what changeless...