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D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.

4. Flapper

LOVE has crept out of her sealéd heart

As a field-bee, black and amber,

Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamber

Up the warm grass where the sunbeams start.

Mischief has come in her dawning eyes,

And a glint of coloured iris brings

Such as lies along the folded wings

Of the bee before he flies.

Who, with a ruffling, careful breath,

Has opened the wings of the wild young sprite?

Has fluttered her spirit to stumbling flight

In her eyes, as a young bee stumbleth?

Love makes the burden of her voice.

The hum of his heavy, staggering wings

Sets quivering with wisdom the common things

That she says, and her words rejoice.