Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry. 1920.
Walter de la Mare18731956Nod
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In a twilight dim with rose,
Wrinkled with age, and drenched with dew
Old Nod, the shepherd, goes.
Their fleeces charged with gold,
To where the sun’s last beam leans low
On Nod the shepherd’s fold.
From their sand the conies creep;
And all the birds that fly in heaven
Flock singing home to sleep.
Yet, when night’s shadows fall,
His blind old sheep-dog, Slumber-soon,
Misses not one of all.
The waters of no-more-pain;
His ram’s bell rings ’neath an arch of stars,
“Rest, rest, and rest again.”