The Three Strangers
Far are those tranquil hills, Dyed with fair evening's rose; On urgent, secret errand bent, A traveller goes. Approach him strangers three, Barefooted, cowled; their eyes Scan the lone, hastening solitary With dumb surmise. One instant in close speech With them he doth confer: God-sped, he hasteneth on, That anxious traveller ... I was that man - in a dream: And each world's night in vain I patient wait on sleep to unveil Those vivid hills again. Would that they three could know How yet burns on in me Love - from one lost in Paradise - For their grave courtesy.
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"Far are those tranquil hills,..."
This evocative piece by Walter De La Mare, titled "The Three Strangers", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...