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Charlotte Mary Mew's Poetry, by first line

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  • Sea Love
    Tide be runnin' the great world over:
    'Twas only last June month I mind that we
    8 lines
  • On the Road to the Sea
    We passed each other, turned and stopped for half an hour, then went our way,
    I who make other women smile did not make you--
    58 lines, 1 comment
  • Monsieur Qui Passe
    A purple blot against the dead white door
    In my friend's rooms, bathed in their vile pink light,
    37 lines
  • My Heart is Lame
    My heart is lame with running after yours so fast
    Such a long way,
    13 lines, 6 comments
  • The Changeling
    Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother,
    Waste no sighs;
    75 lines
  • The Trees Are Down
    and he cried with a loud voice: Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees - Revelation
    They are cutting down the great plane-trees at the end
    39 lines
  • I Have Been Through The Gates
    His heart to me, was a place of palaces and pinnacles and shining towers;
    I saw it then as we see things in dreams,--I do not remember how long I slept;
    12 lines
  • From a Window
    Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
    Across the window a whispering screen;
    10 lines
  • I So Liked Spring
    I so liked Spring last year
    Because you were here;-
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • The Peddler
    Lend me, a little while, the key
    That locks your heavy heart, and I'll give you back--
    16 lines
  • In The Fields
    Lord when I look at lovely things which pass,
    Under old trees the shadow of young leaves
    11 lines
  • A Farewell
    Remember me and smile, as smiling too,
    I have remembered things that went their way--
    15 lines
  • To A Child In Death
    You would have scoffed if we had told you yesterday
    Love made us feel, or so it was with me, like some great bird
    19 lines
  • In Nunhead Cemetery
    It is the clay what makes the earth stick to his spade;
    He fills in holes like this year after year;
    96 lines
  • May 1915
    Let us remember Spring will come again
    To the scorched, blackened woods, where the wounded trees
    10 lines, 2 comments
  • The Cenotaph
    Not yet will those measureless fields be green again
    Where only yesterday the wild sweet blood of wonderful youth was shed;
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • A Quoi Bon Dire
    Seventeen years ago you said
    Something that sounded like Good-bye;
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Absence
    Sometimes I know the way
    You walk, up over the bay;
    23 lines
  • The Farmer's Bride
    Three summer's since I chose a maid,
    Too young may be - but more's to do
    50 lines, 4 comments
  • June 1915
    Who thinks of June’s first rose today?
    Only some child, perhaps, with shining eyes and
    9 lines
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