Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Charlotte Mary Mew Poems

1. The Call 7/6/2015
2. The Sunlit House 3/25/2012
3. Pêcheresse 3/25/2012
4. Fin De Fête 3/25/2012
5. Madeline In Church 3/25/2012
6. The Road To Kerity 3/25/2012
7. Song 3/25/2012
8. The Voice 3/25/2012
9. Not For That City 3/25/2012
10. Fame 1/28/2014
11. The Forest Road 3/25/2012
12. Moorland Night 3/25/2012
13. Ken 3/25/2012
14. In Nunhead Cemetary 3/25/2012
15. June, 1915 11/25/2014
16. Monsieur Qui Passe 1/3/2003
17. Sea Love 1/3/2003
18. The Peddler 1/3/2003
19. From A Window 1/3/2003
20. I Have Been Through The Gates 1/3/2003
21. The Cenotaph 1/3/2003
22. In The Fields 1/3/2003
23. Absence 1/3/2003
24. The Trees Are Down 1/3/2003
25. The Farmer's Bride 1/3/2003
26. The Changeling 1/3/2003
27. A Farewell 1/3/2003
28. A Quoi Bon Dire 1/3/2003
29. On The Road To The Sea 1/3/2003
30. My Heart Is Lame 1/3/2003
31. I So Liked Spring 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Charlotte Mary Mew

I So Liked Spring

I so liked Spring last year
Because you were here;-
The thrushes too-
Because it was these you so liked to hear-
I so liked you.

This year's a different thing,-
I'll not think of you.
But I'll like the Spring because it is simply spring
As the thrushes do.

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The Farmer's Bride

Three summers since I chose a maid,
Too young maybe-but more's to do
At harvest-time that a bide and woo.
When us was wed she turned afraid
Of love and me and all things human;
Like the shut of winter's day
Her smile went out, and `twadn't a woman-
More like a little frightened fay.
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.

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