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Peacock Pie by Walter da la Mare, Fiction, Literary, Poetry, English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Classics

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The Truants Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly To remember sad things, yet be gay, I would sing a brief song of the world's little children Magic hath stolen away. The primroses scattered by April, The stars of the wide Milky Way, Cannot outnumber the hosts of the children Magic hath stolen away. The buttercup green of the meadows, The snow of the blossoming may, Lovelier are not than the legions of children Magic hath stolen away. The waves tossing surf in the moonbeam, The albatross lone on the spray, Alone know the tears wept in vain for the children Magic hath stolen away. In vain: for at hush of the evening, When the stars twinkle into the grey, Seems to echo the faraway calling of children Magic hath stolen away.

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  • Language:
  • English
  • ISBN:
  • 9781603128001
  • Binding:
  • Hardback
  • Pages:
  • 120
  • Published:
  • March 31, 2007
  • Dimensions:
  • 152x11x229 mm.
  • Weight:
  • 318 g.
Delivery: 2-3 weeks
Expected delivery: January 11, 2025
Extended return policy to January 30, 2025
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Description of Peacock Pie by Walter da la Mare, Fiction, Literary, Poetry, English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh, Classics

The Truants Ere my heart beats too coldly and faintly To remember sad things, yet be gay, I would sing a brief song of the world's little children Magic hath stolen away. The primroses scattered by April, The stars of the wide Milky Way, Cannot outnumber the hosts of the children Magic hath stolen away. The buttercup green of the meadows, The snow of the blossoming may, Lovelier are not than the legions of children Magic hath stolen away. The waves tossing surf in the moonbeam, The albatross lone on the spray, Alone know the tears wept in vain for the children Magic hath stolen away. In vain: for at hush of the evening, When the stars twinkle into the grey, Seems to echo the faraway calling of children Magic hath stolen away.

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