Henry Scott Tuke (1858-1929) - "Charlie Mitchell"
"Dear boy, I'm sad.
I miss your smile,
Which for a while
Had made me glad.
In dreams, dear lad,
I see your eyes,
Which no disguise
Have ever had.
Do you still prize
The books we read ?
The days long sped
Recall with sighs ?
The flowers are dead,
Our summer's gone,
I grive alone —
All joy has fled."
A. Newman (aka. Francis Edwin Murray ?)
in: Michael Matthew Kaylor. Lad's Love. An Anthology of Uranian Poetry and Prose, Kansas City, Valancourt Books, vol. 1, 2010, p. 98
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