Charlotte 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. The Cenotaph
2. Monsieur Qui Passe
3. Ken
4. I Have Been Through The Gates
5. Rooms

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