From a Window
Up here, with June, the sycamore throws
Across the window a whispering screen;
I shall miss the sycamore more, I suppose,
Than anything else on this earth that is out in green.
But I mean to go through the door without fear,
Not caring much what happens here
When I’m away:—
How green the screen is across the panes
Or who goes laughing along the lanes
With my old lover all summer day.
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Poet Charlotte Mew 1869–1928
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian
Subjects Living, Time & Brevity, Nature, Trees & Flowers
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SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity, Nature, Trees & Flowers
POET’S REGION England
SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian
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