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Irony, by D.H. Lawrence

ALWAYS, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry,
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting        5
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart.
    A come and go of March-day loves
    Through the flower-vine, trailing screen;
      A fluttering in of doves.        10
    Then a launch abroad of shrinking doves
    Over the waste where no hope is seen
    Of open hands:
      Dance in and out
Small-bosomed girls of the spring of love,        15
With a bubble of laughter, and shrilly shout
Of mirth; then the dripping of tears on your glove.

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