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eyean January 18 2003, 01:31:36 UTC
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 you
have done with this poor piece of painted clay--
not want only, 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.

a farewell - charlotte mew (1869 - 1928)

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