• Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
    The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
    Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
    Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

    And I do lift my aching arms to you,
    And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
    And I do weep for very pain of you,
    And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

    D.H. Lawrence (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of D.H. Lawrence (Illustrated)”, p.6178, Delphi Classics