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1885–1930

BALLAD OF A WILFUL WOMAN

David Herbert Lawrence

UPON her plodding palfrey With a heavy child at her breast And Joseph holding the bridle They mount to the last hill-crest.

Dissatisfied and weary She sees the blade of the sea Dividing earth and heaven In a glitter of ecstasy.

Sudden a dark-faced stranger With his back to the sun, holds out His arms; so she lights from her palfrey And turns her round about.

She has given the child to Joseph, Gone down to the flashing shore; And Joseph, shading his eyes with his hand, Stands watching evermore.

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