A Love Song
D. H. Lawrence
1885 to 1930
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Under the pallid moonlight's fingering,
And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
And I do weep for very pain of you,
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.
Reject me not if I should say to you
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw