Sadly, O, sadly, the sweet bells of Baddeley
Played in their steeples when Robin was gone,
Killed by an arrow,
Shot by Cock Sparrow,
Out of a Maybush, fragrant and wan.
Grievedly, grievedly, tolled distant Shieveley,
When the Dwarfs laid poor Snow-white asleep on the hill,
Drowsed by an apple,
The Queen, sly and subtle,
Had cut with her knife on the blossomy sill.
by WALTER DE LA MARE (1873-1956)
Public Domain Poetry
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Great choice.
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Thankfully, there’s so much good stuff out there to choose from!
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Tony,
You know what would be cool about this poem is that Dopey penned it. He doesn’t talk with words but gushes with his pen instead to sgare Snow White’s sleep.
Gary
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I had a good chuckle at that thought, Gary. 😆
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Some people are silent of tongue but eloquent with the pen…or keyboardz
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Ha.
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Well worked wordplay by good ol’ Wally.
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We just can’t find where he’s at these days… 🙄
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That took me back some, lol
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I’m glad you liked it! I quite enjoyed it myself too! 😆
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This line “The Queen, sly and subtle,
Had cut with her knife on the blossomy sill” says it all, thank you 🙏🏼
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It’s quite something!
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