A Love Song

D. H. Lawrence

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1885 to 1930

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

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