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From a WindowBY CHARLOTTE MEW 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:—HowContinue reading “From A Window : Charlotte Mew : : June Poems : : Months Poems : :”