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HOW gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving
All with a flash of blue!—when will she be leaving
Her room, where the night still hangs like a half-folded bat,
And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness, like must in a vat.
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
All with a flash of blue!—when will she be leaving
Her room, where the night still hangs like a half-folded bat,
And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness, like must in a vat.
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
