 The Countess of Flatbroke's Treasury of Poems |
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The Countess of Flatbroke's Treasury of Poems |
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| Absence Sometimes I know the way You walk, up over the bay; It is a wind from the far sea That blows the fragrance of your hair to me. Or in this garden when the breeze Touches my trees To stir their dreaming shadows on the grass I see you pass. In sheltered beds, the heart of every rose Serenely sleeps tonight. As shut as those Your guarded heart; as safe as they from the beat, beat Of hooves that tread dropped roses in the street. Turn never again On these eyes blind with a wild rain Your eyes; they were stars to me.— There are things stars may not see. But call, call, and though Christ stands Still with scarred hands Over my mouth, I must answer. So I will come—He shall let me go! - Charlotte Mew |
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