My little love, my darling, <br />You were a doorway to me; <br />You let me out of the confines <br />Into this strange countrie, <br />Where people are crowded like thistles, <br />Yet are shapely and comely to see. <br /> <br />My little love, my dearest <br />Twice have you issued me, <br />Once from your womb, sweet mother, <br />Once from myself, to be <br />Free of all hearts, my darling, <br />Of each heart’s home-life free. <br /> <br />And so, my love, my mother, <br />I shall always be true to you; <br />Twice I am born, my dearest, <br />To life, and to death, in you; <br />And this is the life hereafter <br />Wherein I am true. <br /> <br />I kiss you good-bye, my darling, <br />Our ways are different now; <br />You are a seed in the night-time, <br />I am a man, to plough <br />The difficult glebe of the future <br />For God to endow. <br /> <br />I kiss you good-bye, my dearest, <br />It is finished between us here. <br />Oh, if I were calm as you are, <br />Sweet and still on your bier! <br />O God, if I had not to leave you <br />Alone, my dear! <br /> <br />Let the last word be uttered, <br />Oh grant the farewell is said! <br />Spare me the strength to leave you <br />Now you are dead. <br />I must go, but my soul lies helpless <br />Beside your bed.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-virgin-mother-2/
