Charlotte Mary Mew (Шарлотта Мью)

Fin De Fête

Sweetheart, for such a day
One mustn't grudge the score;
Here, then, it's all to pay,
It's Good-night at the door.

Good-night and good dreams to you,—
Do you remember the picture-book thieves
Who left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through,
And how the birds came down and covered them with leaves?

So you and I should have slept,—But now,
Oh, what a lonely head!
With just the shadow of a waving bough
In the moonlight over your bed. 

1. May 1915
2. The Narrow Door
3. Monsieur Qui Passe
4. The Road to Kerity
5. On the Road to the Sea

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