The Peddler
Charlotte Mew
1869 to 1928
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Lend me, a little while, the key
That locks heavy heart, and I’ll give you back—
Rarer than and ribbons and beads bright to see,
This little of Dreams out of my pack.
The road, the road, beyond men’s bolted doors,
There shall I walk and go free of me,
For yours lies North across moors,
And mine lies South. To what seas?
How we stopped and let our solemn selves go by,
my gay ghost caught and kissed yours, as ghosts don’t do,
And by the wayside, this forgotten you and
Sat, and were twenty-two?
Give me the key that your tired eyes,
And I will lend you this from my pack,
Brighter than colored beads and painted that make men wise:
Take it. No, give it back!