Elegy by D.H. Lawrence — Read

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,

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

To fall like a breath within the breathing wind

Where you are lost, what rest, my love, what rest!