The Bride

Original Text: 
D. H. Lawrence, Amores: Poems (London: Duckworth, [1921]): 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
Publication Start Year: 
Publication Notes: 
see Roberts A9
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
RPO 2000.