D. H. Lawrence, Amores: Poems (London: Duckworth, ): 62. PR 6023 A93A7 Robarts Library. Also D. H. Lawrence, Collected Poems (New York: Jonathan Cope, 1929): I, 117.
2 But she is old.
3The plaits that lie along her pillow
4 Are not gold,
5But threaded with filigree silver,
6 And uncanny cold.
7She looks like a young maiden, since her brow
8 Is smooth and fair,
9Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed.
10 She sleeps a rare
11Still winsome sleep, so still, and so composed.
12Nay, but she sleeps like a bride, and dreams her dreams
13 Of perfect things.
14She lies at last, the darling, in the shape of her dream,
15 And her dead mouth sings
1] Gilbert notes that this poem is "related to a passage from Sons and Lovers (in Chapter Fourteen)" (65). Back to Line
16] the thrushes: reads "thrushes" in 1928. Back to Line
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