“Wonderful lovely there she sat,Singing the night away,All in the solitudinous seaOf that there lonely bay.”Walter de la Mare Sam.
“Look thy last on all things lovely,Every hour—let no nightSeal thy sense in deathly slumberTill to delightThou hast paid thy utmost blessing.”Walter de la Mare Fare Well, st. 3 (1918).
“A face peered. All the grey nightIn chaos of vacancy shone;Nought but vast sorrow was there—The sweet cheat gone.”Walter de la Mare The Ghost.