A sweet Poem i found
10/12/2003 06:00 p.m.


A Quoi Bon Dire

Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead
But I.

So I, as I grow stiff and cold
to this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.

And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.

By Charlotte Mew
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I found this in a poetry textbook from my school, which I love and ador. This is beautiful.
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