Two-Fold

A poem by David Herbert Lawrence

How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving
All with a flash of blue! - when will she be leaving
Her room, where the night still hangs like a half- folded bat,
And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness, like must in a vat.

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