Sea Love
by: Charlotte Mew (1869 - 1928)
Tide be runnin’ the great world over:
’Twas only last June month I mind that we
Was thinkin’ the toss and the call in the breast of the lover
So everlastin’ as the sea.
Heer's the same little fishes that splutter and swim,
Wi’ the moon’s old glim on the grey, wet sand:
An’ him no more to me nor me to him
Then the wind goin’ over my hand.
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Farewell, A
Quoi Bon Dire, A
Absence
From A Window
I So Liked Spring
In The Fields
I Have Been Through The Gates
On The Road To The Sea
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