Epilogue by D.H. Lawrence — Read

PATIENCE, little Heart.

One day a heavy, June-hot woman

Will enter and shut the door to stay.

And when your stifling heart would summon

Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the

night at bay,

Sitting in your room like two tiger-lilies

Flaming on after sunset,

Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of

their hot twilight;

There in the morning, still, while the fierce strange

scent comes yet

Stronger, hot and red; till you thirst for the

daffodillies

With an anguished, husky thirst that you cannot

assuage,

When the daffodillies are dead, and a woman of the

dog-days holds you in gage.

Patience, little Heart.