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The Effort of Love

by D. H. Lawrence

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Drawing the boundary…

To the Ladies Des Baux

by Nora Hopper Chesson

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Drawing the boundary…

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The Effort of Love

by D. H. Lawrence

I am worn out
with the effort of trying to love people
and not succeeding.

Now I've made up my mind
I love nobody, I'm going to love nobody,
I'm not going to tell any lies about it
and it's final.

If there's a man here and there, or a woman
whom I can really like,
that's quite enough for me.

And if by a miracle a woman happened to come along
who warmed the cockles of my heart
I'd rejoice over the woman and the warmed cockles of my heart
so long as it didn't all fizzle out in talk.

To the Ladies Des Baux

by Nora Hopper Chesson

Ladies of Aries and of Les Baux, 
Where do your roses bloom to-day? 
Such roses as no gardens grow 
Since the world put off green for gray. 
Ah! gay Baussette and Etiennette, 
Have yours, too, fallen dim and dead, 
Or are they warm and fragrant yet, 
Your heavy roses, dusky-red? 

Where are the songs that Cabestan 
Made long ago to your gold hair, 
Your eyes' gray fire that shamed the dawn, 
Your mouth's red blossom, Berengere? 
And Chateau-Vert's forgot, Berard, 
The chatelaine's forgotten, too, — 
And Marie dwells where shadows are 
And keeps, may be, no thought of you. 

Passe-Rose has passed all roses by, 
Except Death's roses white of blee: 
And none of all her lovers sigh 
That France grows no such flower as she! 
So for a little time, farewell, 
You roses of a warmer day, 
Till I come also where you dwell, 
Where Love is blind and needs must stay. 

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