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Poem by Charlotte Mew


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 away
As are the fearless stars from these veiled lamps of town.
What's little June to a great broken world with eyes gone dim
From too much looking on the face of grief, the face of dread?
Or what's the broken world to June and him
Of the small eager hand, the shining eyes, the rough bright head? 



Charlotte Mew


Charlotte Mew's other poems:
  1. Monsieur Qui Passe
  2. The Cenotaph
  3. Rooms
  4. The Forest Road
  5. Ken


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