From the Window, I So Liked Spring, Sea Love, The Farmer's Bride and A Quoi Bon Dire. Charlotte Mew, like Emily Dickinson, wanted her manuscripts burned. Fortunately, they still remain for our enjoyment. They ought to entitle her to a small share of enduring renown. The longings in her poems remain passionately undiminished by time, as do her cries for a world more just and forthcoming.
Bitter loss becomes lovely loss - bitter yearnings, sweet yearnings.
In her will Charlotte asked for an almond tree, or some small tree, to be planted, but, if this was ever done, the tree has not survived. There are some daffodils, however, which flower every spring on the grave, planted by well-wishers.