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