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D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930).  Amores.  1916.
 
57. 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,        5
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        10
To fall like a breath within the breathing wind
Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest!
 

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