Poem by Charlotte Mew

A Farewell

Remember me and smile, as smiling too,
I have remembered things that went their way--
The dolls with which I grew too wise to play--
Or over-wise--kissed, as children do,
And so dismissed them; yes, even as yoy
Have done with this poor piece of painted clay--
Not wantonly, but wisely, shall we say?
As one who, haply, tunes his heart anew.

Only I wish her eyes may not be blue,
The eyes of a new angel. Ah! she may
Miss something that I found,--perhaps the clue
To those long silences of yours, which grew
Into one word. And should she not be gay,
Poor lady! Well, she too must have her day. 

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

Samuel Rogers A Farewell ("Once more, enchanting girl, adieu!")

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