Kisses in the Train by D.H. Lawrence

I saw the midlands / Revolve through her hair; / The fields of autumn / Stretching bare, / And sheep on the pasture / Tossed back in a scare.

And still as ever / The world went round, / My mouth on her pulsing / Neck was found, / And my breast to her beating / Breast was bound.

But my heart at the centre / Of all, in a swound / Was still as a pivot, / As all the ground / On its prowling orbit / Shifted round.

And still in my nostrils / The scent of her flesh, / And still my wet mouth / Sought her afresh; / And still one pulse / Through the world did thresh.

And the world all whirling / Around in joy / Like the dance of a dervish / Did destroy / My sense -- and my reason / Spun like a toy.

But firm at the centre / My heart was found; / Her own to my perfect / Heart-beat bound, / Like a magnet's keeper / Closing the round.