Walter de la Mare

Here you will find the Poem The Song of Finis of poet Walter de la Mare

The Song of Finis

At the edge of All the Ages 
A Knight sate on his steed, 
His armor red and thin with rust 
His soul from sorrow freed; 
And he lifted up his visor 
From a face of skin and bone, 
And his horse turned head and whinnied 
As the twain stood there alone. 

No bird above that steep of time 
Sang of a livelong quest; 
No wind breathed, 
Rest: 
"Lone for an end!" cried Knight to steed, 
Loosed an eager rein-- 
Charged with his challenge into space: 
And quiet did quiet remain.