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    Love Storm

    by D.H. Lawrence
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    From New Poems (1916).

    Many roses in the wind
    Are tapping at the window-sash.
    A hawk is in the sky; his wings
    Slowly begin to plash.

    The roses with the west wind rapping
    Are torn away, and a splash
    Of red goes down the billowing air.

    Still hangs the hawk, with the whole sky moving
    Past him--only a wing-beat proving
    The will that holds him there.

    The daisies in the grass are bending,
    The hawk has dropped, the wind is spending
    All the roses, and unending
    Rustle of leaves washes out the rending
    Cry of a bird.

    A red rose goes on the wind.--Ascending
    The hawk his wind-swept way is wending
    Easily down the sky. The daisies, sending
    Strange white signals, seem intending
    To show the place whence the scream was heard.

    But, oh, my heart, what birds are piping!
    A silver wind is hastily wiping
    The face of the youngest rose.

    And oh, my heart, cease apprehending!
    The hawk is gone, a rose is tapping
    The window-sash as the west-wind blows.

    Knock, knock, 'tis no more than a red rose rapping,
    And fear is a plash of wings.
    What, then, if a scarlet rose goes flapping
    Down the bright-grey ruin of things!
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