|I kiss your mouth. Ah, love, / Could I but seal its ruddy, shining spring / Of passion, parch it up, destroy, remove / Its softly-stirring crimson welling-up / Of kisses! Oh, help me, God!|
|—Seven Seals, New Poems|
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- These two collections of verse were written as D. H. Lawrence's career began its climb towards fame and controversy.