When the wind blows her veil <br /> And uncovers her laughter <br />I cease, I turn pale. <br />When the wind blows her veil <br />From the woes I bewail <br /> Of love and hereafter: <br />When the wind blows her veil <br />I cease, I turn pale.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birdcage-walk-2/
