When along the pavement, <br />Palpitating flames of life, <br />People flicker round me, <br />I forget my bereavement, <br />The gap in the great constellation, <br />The place where a star used to be. <br /> <br />Nay, though the pole-star <br />Is blown out like a candle, <br />And all the heavens are wandering in disarray, <br />Yet when pleiads of people are <br />Deployed around me, and I see <br />The street’s long outstretched Milky Way, <br /> <br />When people flicker down the pavement, <br />I forget my bereavement.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/submergence/
