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.
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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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