A Love Song
D. H. Lawrence
1885 to 1930
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.
And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Reject me not if I should say to you
Under the pallid moonlight's fingering,
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,