The Virgin Mother by D.H. Lawrence — Read

MY little love, my darling,

You were a doorway to me;

You let me out of the confines

Into this strange countrie,

Where people are crowded like thistles,

Yet are shapely and comely to see.

My little love, my dearest

Twice have you issued me,

Once from your womb, sweet mother,

Once from myself, to be

Free of all hearts, my darling,

Of each heart's home-life free.

And so, my love, my mother,

I shall always be true to you;

Twice I am born, my dearest,

To life, and to death, in you;

And this is the life hereafter

Wherein I am true.

I kiss you good-bye, my darling,

Our ways are different now;