Charlotte Mary Mew

(15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928 / London)

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  • Rookie Mohit Chahal (12/16/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    You are really good. Well done. I really like your poems.

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The Farmer's Bride

Three summers since I chose a maid,
Too young maybe-but more's to do
At harvest-time that a bide and woo.
When us was wed she turned afraid
Of love and me and all things human;
Like the shut of winter's day
Her smile went out, and `twadn't a woman-
More like a little frightened fay.
One night, in the Fall, she runned away.

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