Robert Fost Fine Art

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Under the Rose

The Song of the Wanderer

by Walter de la Mare

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Nobody, nobody told me,

What nobody, nobody knows

But now I know where the Rainbow ends

I know where there grows

A Tree, that's called the Tree of Life 

I know where there flows

The River of All-Forgottenness

And where the lotus blows,

And I've trodden the forest, where

In flames of gold and rose,

To burn and then arise again,

The Phoenix goes.

Nobody, nobody told me,

What nobody, nobody knows:

Hide thy face in a veil of light, 

Put on thy silver shoes,

Thou art the Stranger I know best, 

Thou art the sweet heart who

Came from the land between Wake and Dream

Cold with the morning dew.

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