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Here in the darkness where this plaster saint	A
Stands nearer than God stands to our distress	B
And one small candle shines but not so faint	A
As the far lights of everlastingness	B
I'd rather kneel than over there in open day	C
Where Christ is hanging rather pray	C
To something more like my own clay	C
Not too divine	D
For once perhaps my little saint	A
Before he got his niche and crown	E
Had one short stroll about the town	E
It brings him closer just that taint	A
And anyone can wash the paint	A
Off our poor faces his and mine	D
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Is that why I see Monty now equal to any saint poor boy as good as gold	F
But still with just the proper trace	B
Of earthliness on his shining wedding face	B
And then gone suddenly blank and old	F
The hateful day of the divorce	B
Stuart got his hands down of course	B
Crowing like twenty cocks and grinning like a horse	B
But Monty took it hard All said and done I liked him best	G
He was the first he stands out clearer than the rest	G
It seems too funny all we other rips	B
Should have immortal souls Monty and Redge quite damnably	C
Keep theirs afloat while we go down like scuttled ships	B
It's funny too how easily we sink	H
One might put up a monument I think	H
To half the world and cut across it quot Lost at Sea quot	G
I should drown Jim poor little sparrow if I netted him to night	G
No it's no use this penny light	G
Or my poor saint with his tin pot crown	E
The trees of Calvary are where they were	I
When we are sure that we can spare	J
The tallest let us go and strike it down	E
And leave the other two still standing there	J
I too would ask Him to remember me	K
If there were any Paradise beyond this earth that I could see	K
Oh quiet Christ who never knew	L
The poisonous fangs that bite us through	L
And make us do the things we do	L
See how we suffer and fight and die	G
How helpless and how low we lie	G
God holds You and You hang so high	G
Though no one looking long at You	L
Can think You do not suffer too	L
But up there from your still star lighted tree	K
What can You know what can You really see	K
Of this dark ditch the soul of me	K
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We are what we are when I was half a child I could not sit	G
Watching black shadows on green lawns and red carnations burning in the sun	M
Without paying so heavily for it	G
That joy and pain like any mother and her unborn child were almost one	M
I could hardly bear	J
The dreams upon the eyes of white geraniums in the dusk	N
The thick close voice of musk	N
The jessamine music on the thin night air	J
Or sometimes my own hands about me anywhere	J
The sight of my own face for it was lovely then even the scent of my own hair	J
Oh there was nothing nothing that did not sweep to the high seat	G
Of laughing gods and then blow down and beat	G
My soul into the highway dust as hoofs do the dropped roses of the street	G
I think my body was my soul	C
And when we are made thus	B
Who shall control	C
Our hands our eyes the wandering passion of our feet	G
Who shall teach us	B
To thrust the world out of our heart to say till perhaps in death	O
When the race is run	M
And it is forced from us with our last breath	O
quot Thy will be done quot	G
If it is Your will that we should be content with the tame bloodless things	B
As pale as angels smirking by with folded wings	B
Oh I know Virtue and the peace it brings	B
The temperate well worn smile	C
The one man gives you when you are evermore his own	P
And afterwards the child's for a little while	C
With its unknowing and all seeing eyes	B
So soon to change and make you feel how quick	Q
The clock goes round If one had learned the trick	Q
How does one though quite early on	R
Of long green pastures under placid skies	B
One might be walking now with patient truth	S
What did we ever care for it who have asked for youth	S
When oh my God this is going or has gone	T
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There is a portrait of my mother at nineteen	U
With the black spaniel standing by the garden seat	G
The dainty head held high against the painted green	U
And throwing out the youngest smile shy but half haughty and half sweet	G
Her picture then but simply Youth or simply Spring	V
To me to day a radiance on the wall	C
So exquisite so heart breaking a thing	V
Beside the mask that I remember shrunk and small	C
Sapless and lined like a dead leaf	W
All that was left of oh the loveliest face by time and grief	W
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And in the glass last night I saw a ghost behind my chair	J
Yet why remember it when one can still go moderately gay	C
Or could with any one of the old crew	L
But oh these boys the solemn way	C
They take you and the things they say	C
This quot I have only as long as you quot	G
When you remind them you are not precisely twenty two	L
Although at heart perhaps God if it were	I
Only the face only the hair	J
If Jim had written to me as he did to day	G
A year ago and now it leaves me cold	G
I know what this means old old old	G
Et avec a mais on a v cu tout se paie	X
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That is not always true there was my Mother well at least the dead are free	K
Yoked to the man that Father was yoked to the woman I am Monty too	L
The little portress at the Convent School stewing in hell so patiently	K
The poor fair boy who shot himself at Aix And what of me and what of me	K
But I I paid for what I had and they for nothing No one cannot see	K
How it shall be made up to them in some serene eternity	K
If there were fifty heavens God could not give us back the child who went or never came	Y
Here on our little patch of this great earth the sun of any darkened day	G
Not one of all the starry buds hung on the hawthorn trees of last year's May	G
No shadow from the sloping fields of yesterday	G
For every hour they slant across the hedge a different way	G
The shadows are never the same	Y
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quot Find rest i	G

Charlotte Mary Mew

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