Charlotte Mary Mew

Charlotte Mary Mew

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

The Changeling

Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother, Waste no sighs;
There are my sisters, there is my little brother Who plays in the place called Paradise,
Your children all, your children for ever; But I, so wild,
Your disgrace, with th...
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To A Child In Death

You would have scoffed if we had told you
Love made us feel, or so it was with me, like some great
Trying to hold and shelter you in its strong wing: — A gay little shadowy smile would have tossed us back such a solemn word,
And it ...
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The Cenotaph

Not yet will those measureless fields be green
Where only yesterday the wild sweet blood of wonderful youth was shed;
There is a grave whose earth must hold too long, too deep a stain,
Though for ever over it we may speak as proudly...
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From a Window

Up here, with June, the sycamore throws Across the window a whispering screen; I shall miss the sycamore more I suppose,
Than anything else on this earth that is out in green
But I mean to go through the door without fear, Not caring muc...
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Sea Love

Tide be runnin' the great world over:'Twas only last June month I mind that
Was thinkin' the toss and the call in the breast of the
So everlastin' as the sea
Heer's the same little fishes that sputter an swim,
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The Farmers Bride

Three summer's since I chose a maid,
Too young may be - but more's to
At harvest time than bide and woo
When us was wed she turned
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May 1915

Let us remember Spring will come
To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded
Wait with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,
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