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Anxiety, by D.H. Lawrence

THE HOAR-FROST crumbles in the sun,
  The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
  Sweep past the window again.
Along the vacant road, a red        5
  Bicycle approaches; I wait
In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy
  To leap down at our gate.
He has passed us by; but is it
  Relief that starts in my breast?        10
Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still
  She has no rest.

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