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Poem by Charlotte Mew


I Have Been Through The Gates


His heart to me, was a place of palaces and pinnacles and shining towers;
I saw it then as we see things in dreams,--I do not remember how long I slept;
I remember the tress, and the high, white walls, and how the sun was always on the
towers;
The walls are standing to-day, and the gates; I have been through the gates, I have
groped, I have crept
Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood; they are empty; darkness is over
them;
His heart is a place with the lights gone out, forsaken by great winds and the heavenly
rain, unclean and unswept,
Like the heart of the holy city, old blind, beautiful Jerusalem;
Over which Christ wept 



Charlotte Mew


Charlotte Mew's other poems:
  1. The Cenotaph
  2. Monsieur Qui Passe
  3. Ken
  4. Rooms
  5. June, 1915


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