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June 1915

Who thinks of June’s first rose today?

Only some child, perhaps, with shining eyes and                 rough bright hair will reach it down.

In a green sunny lane, to us almost as far

As are the fearless stars from these veiled lamps of town.

What’s  little June to a great broken world with eyes gone

From too much looking on the face of grief, the face of dread?

Or what’s the broken word to June and

Of the small eager hand, the shining eyes, the rough bright head?

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Charlotte Mary Mew

Charlotte Mary Mew (15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928) was an English poet whose work spans the eras of Victorian poetry and Modernism.
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