Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Green

The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen. 

1. Week-Night Service
2. Meeting among the Mountains
3. The Mosquito
4. Liaison
5. Submergence

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