Since you did depart <br />Out of my reach, my darling, <br />Into the hidden, <br />I see each shadow start <br />With recognition, and I <br />Am wonder-ridden. <br /> <br />I am dazed with the farewell, <br />But I scarcely feel your loss. <br />You left me a gift <br />Of tongues, so the shadows tell <br />Me things, and silences toss <br />Me their drift. <br /> <br />You sent me a cloven fire <br />Out of death, and it burns in the draught <br />Of the breathing hosts, <br />Kindles the darkening pyre <br />For the sorrowful, till strange brands waft <br />Like candid ghosts. <br /> <br />Form after form, in the streets <br />Waves like a ghost along, <br />Kindled to me; <br />The star above the house-top greets <br />Me every eve with a long <br />Song fierily. <br /> <br />All day long, the town <br />Glimmers with subtle ghosts <br />Going up and down <br />In a common, prison-like dress; <br />But their daunted looking flickers <br />To me, and I answer, Yes! <br /> <br />So I am not lonely nor sad <br />Although bereaved of you, <br />My little love. <br />I move among a kinsfolk clad <br />With words, but the dream shows through <br />As they move.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-inheritance-2/
