Treasure Island

David Herbert Lawrence

(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

Poems of David Herbert Lawrence

61. Mystery 1/1/2004
62. New Year's Eve 1/1/2004
63. Nothing to Save 7/8/2009
64. Patience 1/1/2004
65. Perfidy 1/1/2004
66. Piano 7/8/2009
67. Reproach 1/1/2004
68. Restlessness 1/1/2004
69. Scent of Irises 1/1/2004
70. Search for Truth 1/1/2004
71. Self-pity 1/1/2004
72. Service of all the Dead 1/1/2004
73. Silence 1/1/2004
74. Snake 7/8/2009
75. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
76. Sorrow 1/1/2004
77. Study 1/1/2004
78. Submergence 1/1/2004
79. Tease 1/1/2004
80. The Bride 1/1/2004

After Many Days

I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!

Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
Reparation?

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