The illness of Walter de la Mare prevented his writing any com-
mentary on his poems, and he asked his son-in-law Rupert S.
Thompson, to record his choices, Dreams, and Fare Well.
EV'N ONE who has little travelled in
This world of ample land and sea;
Whose Arctic, Orient, tropics have been--
Like Phoenix, siren, jinn, and Sidhe--
But of his thoughts' anatomy--
Each day makes measureless journeys twain:
From wake to dream; to wake again.
At night he climbs a quiet stair,
Secure within its pictured wall;
His clothes, his hands, the light, the air,
Familiar objects one and all--
Accustomed, plain, and natural.
He lays him down: and, ages deep,
Flow over him the floods of sleep.