The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence. D. H. Lawrence

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      Wedding Morn

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      The morning breaks like a pomegranate

       In a shining crack of red,

       Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late

       Whitening across the bed,

       It will find me watching at the marriage gate

       And waiting while light is shed

       On him who is sleeping satiate,

       With a sunk, abandoned head.

      And when the dawn comes creeping in,

       Cautiously I shall raise

       Myself to watch the morning win

       My first of days,

       As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got

       Of me, as under my gaze,

       He grows distinct, and I see his hot

       Face freed of the wavering blaze.

      Then I shall know which image of God

       My man is made toward,

       And I shall know my bitter rod

       Or my rich reward.

       And I shall know the stamp and worth

       Of the coin I’ve accepted as mine,

       Shall see an image of heaven or of earth

       On his minted metal shine.

      Yea and I long to see him sleep

       In my power utterly,

       I long to know what I have to keep,

       I long to see

       My love, that spinning coin, laid still

       And plain at the side of me,

       For me to count—for I know he will

       Greatly enrichen me.

      And then he will be mine, he will lie

       In my power utterly,

       Opening his value plain to my eye

       He will sleep of me.

       He will lie negligent, resign

       His all to me, and I

       Shall watch the dawn light up for me

       This sleeping wealth of mine.

      And I shall watch the wan light shine

       On his sleep that is filled of me,

       On his brow where the wisps of fond hair twine

       So truthfully,

       On his lips where the light breaths come and go

       Naïve and winsomely,

       On his limbs that I shall weep to know

       Lie under my mastery.