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Part of Moorland Night, typed manuscript, undated

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MOORLAND NIGHT.

My face is against t he gra ss - t he moorland grass is wet Myeyes are shut against the grass, against my lips there are t he
little blades,
over my head t he curlews ca ll,
And now there is the ni ght wind in my hair;
Myheart is aga inst the grass and t he sweet earth; - it has gone
still, a t l a st;
It does not want to beat any more,
And why should it beat?
This is the end of the journey.
The Thing is found.

This is the end of all the roads over the gra ss t here is the night-dew
And t he wind that drives up from t he sea along the moorland road,
I hear a curlew start out from the heath
And fly off calling
through the dusk ,
The wild, long, rippling call - :
The Thing is found and I am quiet with the earth ;
Per haps the earth will hold it or the wind, or that bird's cry,
But it is not for long in any life I know.
This cannot stay ,
Not now, not yet, not in a dying world, with me, for very long;
I leave it here:
And one day the wet grass may give it back
One day the quiet earth may give it back The ca lling birds may give it ba ck a s t hey go by To someone walking on the moor who starvesfor love and will not know
Who gave it to a ll these to give away ;
Or, if I come and a sk for it again
Oh! then, to me .

CHARLOTTE
MEW.
Miss

Charlotte Mew,
Hogarth Studios,
64 , Charlotte Street,
Fitzroy Square, W.l.

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