A Winter's Tale

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D. H. Lawrence was an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter. His whole work is based on an analysis of the dehumanizing effects of modernity and ... [+]

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist's pale scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she's waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling in to her frosty sigh.

When does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she's only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow–
Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?
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