Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

Sea Love - Poem by Charlotte Mary Mew

Tide be runnin' the great world over:
'Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin' the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin' as the sea.

Heer's the same little fishes that sputter an swim,
Wi' the moon's old glim on the grey, wet sand;
An' him no more to me mor me to him
Than the wind goin' over my hand.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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