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

8. Thief in the Night

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.