A Love Song
D. H. Lawrence
1885 to 1930
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I do forget your eyes that searching through
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
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
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
And I do weep for very pain of you,
Under the pallid moonlight's fingering,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.