Reject me not if I should say to you <br />I do forget the sounding of your voice, <br />I do forget your eyes that searching through <br />The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice. <br /> <br />Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide <br />Under the pallid moonlight’s fingering, <br />I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide <br />My eyes from diligent work, malingering. <br /> <br />Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw <br />The blind to hide the garden, where the moon <br />Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw <br />Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon. <br /> <br />And I do lift my aching arms to you, <br />And I do lift my anguished, avid breast, <br />And I do weep for very pain of you, <br />And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest. <br /> <br />And I do toss through the troubled night for you, <br />Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine, <br />Feeling your strong breast carry me on into <br />The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-song-4/
