D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
8. Thief in the Night
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And struck at me with something dark.
I cried, but no one could hear me,
I lay dumb and stark.
I could find no trace;
Perhaps ’twas a dream of warning,
For I’ve lost my peace.
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
L
And struck at me with something dark.
I cried, but no one could hear me,
I lay dumb and stark.
I could find no trace;
Perhaps ’twas a dream of warning,
For I’ve lost my peace.