English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. A Love Song. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.

David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)

A Love Song

Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.

Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlight’s fingering,
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.

Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine. 

David Herbert Lawrence’s other poems:

1. Submergence
2. The Bride
3. Brooding Grief
4. Bat
5. Liaison

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Clarence Dennis (Кларенс Деннис) A Love Song (“O! Hernia! My hernia”)

Royall Tyler (Ройалл Тайлер) A Love Song (“By the fierce flames of Love I’m in a sad taking”)

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