History
D.H.Lawrence
The list less beauty of the hour
When the snow fell on the apple-trees
And the woods-ash gathered in the fire
And we faced our first miseries.
Then the sweeping sunshine of noon
When the mountains like chariot cors
Were ranked to blue battle -and you and i
Counted out scars.
And then in a strange, grey hour
We lay mouth to mlouth, with your face
Under mine, like a star on the lake
And i covered the earth and all space.
The silent drifting hours
Of morn after morn
And yet drifting up to the night
Yet no pathway worn.
Your life and mine, my love
Passing on and on, the hate
Fusing closer and closer with love
Till lenght they mate.
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