Patience, little Heart. <br />One day a heavy, June-hot woman <br />Will enter and shut the door to stay. <br /> <br />And when your stifling heart would summon <br />Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the night at bay, <br />Sitting in your room like two tiger-lilies <br />Flaming on after sunset, <br />Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of their hot twilight; <br />There in the morning, still, while the fierce strange scent comes yet <br />Stronger, hot and red; till you thirst for the daffodillies <br />With an anguished, husky thirst that you cannot assuage, <br />When the daffodillies are dead, and a woman of the dog-days holds you in gage. <br />Patience, little Heart.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epilogue-10/
