Charlotte Mew,
The Farmer's Bride — I Have Been Through the Gates
(1921)
“ I remember the trees, and the high, white walls, and how the sun was always on the towers; The walls are standing to-day, and the gates: I have been through the gates, I have groped, I have crept Back, back. There is dust in the streets, and blood; they are empty; darkness is over them ”
