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1885–1930

GREATHAM

David Herbert Lawrence

I HAVE found a place of loneliness Lonelier than Lyonesse Lovelier than Paradise; Full of sweet stillness

That no noise can transgress Never a lamp distress. The full moon sank in state. I saw her stand and wait

For her watchers to shut the gate. Then I found myself in a wonderland All of shadow and of bland Silence hard to understand.

I waited therefore; then I knew The presence of the flowers that grew Noiseless, their wonder noiseless blew. And flashing kingfishers that flew

In sightless beauty, and the few Shadows the passing wild-beast threw. And Eve approaching over the ground Unheard and subtle, never a sound

To let me know that I was found. Invisible the hands of Eve Upon me travelling to reeve Me from the matrix, to relieve

Me from the rest! Ah terribly Between the body of life and me Her hands slid in and set me free. Ah, with a fearful, strange detection

She found the source of my subjection To the All, and severed the connection. Delivered helpless and amazed From the womb of the All, I am waiting, dazed

For memory to be erased. Then I shall know the Elysium That lies outside the monstrous womb Of time from out of which I come.

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