Why by Walter de la Mare Ever, ever Stir and shiver The reeds and rushes By the river: Ever, ever, As if in dream, The lone moon's silver Sleeks the stream. What old sorrow, What lost love, Moon, reeds, rushes, Dream you of? Tags: moondreamsilverriversorrowlostlovelove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
