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1 " Dog-tired"If she would come to me hereNow the sunken swathsAre glittering pathsTo the sun, and the swallows cut clearInto the setting sun! if she came to me here!If she would come to me now,Before the last-mown harebells are dead;While that vetch-clump still burns red!Before all the bats have dropped from the boughTo cool in the night; if she came to me now!The horses are untackled, the chattering machineIs still at last. If she would comeWe could gather up the dry hay fromThe hill-brow, and lie quite still, till the greenSky ceased to quiver, and lost its active sheen.I should like to dropOn the hay, with my head on her knee,And lie dead still, while sheBreathed quiet above me; and the cropOf stars grew silently.I should like to lie stillAs if I was dead; but feelingHer hand go stealingOver my face and my head, untilThis ache was shed. "
― D.H. Lawrence , The Love Poems of D.H. Lawrence (Poetry)