Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word, he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
– Walter De La Mare
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This brought back childhood memories (good ones!) of learning this poem at school.
I first read this when I was in school too. I always loved how the silence surged softly backward…
One of my favourite poems. The air of mystery surrounding it never fails to move me. Thank you.
Thanks. It’s one of my favourites too 🙂