LAST night a thief came to me
And struck at me with something dark.
I cried, but no one could hear me,
I lay dumb and stark.
When I awoke this morning
I could find no trace;
Perhaps‘ twas a dream of warning,
For I've lost my peace.
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THIEF IN THE NIGHT · David Herbert Lawrence · Poetry Cove