Look! We Have Come Through! by D.H. Lawrence

THROUGH the strait gate of passion, Between the bickering fire Where flames of fierce love tremble On the body of fierce desire: To the intoxication, The mind, fused down like a bead, Flees in its agitation The flames' stiff speed: At last to calm incandescence, Burned clean by remorseless hate, Now, at the day's renascence We approach the gate.

Now, from the darkened spaces Of fear, and of frightened faces, Death, in our awful embraces Approached and passed by;