Return by D.H. Lawrence — Read

Now I am come again, you who have so desired / My coming, why do you look away from me? / Why does your cheek burn against me -- have I inspired / Such anger as sets your mouth unwontedly?

Ah, here I sit while you break the music beneath / Your bow; for broken it is, and hurting to hear: / Cease then from music -- does anguish of absence bequeath / Me only aloofness when I would draw near?