Two-Fold, by D.H. Lawrence
|HOW gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving|| |
|All with a flash of blue!when will she be leaving|| |
|Her room, where the night still hangs like a half-folded bat,|| |
|And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness, like must in a vat.|| |
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