Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Elegy

Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near,
And I am of it, the small sharp stars are quite near,
The white moon going among them like a white bird among snow-berries,
And the sound of her gently rustling in heaven like a bird I hear.
 
And I am willing to come to you now, my dear,
As a pigeon lets itself off from a cathedral dome  
To be lost in the haze of the sky, I would like to come,  
And be lost out of sight with you, and be gone like foam.

For I am tired, my dear, and if I could lift my feet,  
My tenacious feet from off the dome of the earth
To fall like a breath within the breathing wind  
Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest!

1. The Hands of the Betrothed
2. Nostalgia
3. Fish
4. To Women As Far As I'm Concerned
5. Study

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