Charlotte Mew – From a Window

Charlotte Mew-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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