D H Lawrence

Love Poems and Others D H Lawrence

THE morning breaks like a pomegranateIn a shining crack of red, Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes lateWhitening across the bed, It will find me watching at the marriage gateAnd waiting while light is shedOn him who is sleeping satiate, With a sunk, abandoned head. And when the dawn comes creeping in, Cautiously I shall raiseMyself to watch the morning winMy first of days, As it shows him sleeping a sleep he gotOf me, as under my gaze, He grows distinct, and I see his hotFace freed of the wavering blaze. Then I shall know which image of GodMy man is made toward, And I shall know my bitter rodOr my rich reward. And I shall know the stamp and worthOf the coin I've accepted as mine, Shall see an image of heaven or of earthOn his minted metal shine. Yea and I long to see him sleepIn my power utterly, I long to know what I have to keep, I long to seeMy love, that spinning coin, laid stillAnd plain at the side of me, For me to count-for I know he willGreatly enrichen me. And then he will be mine, he will lieIn my power utterly, Opening his value plain to my eyeHe will sleep of me.5He will lie negligent, resignHis all to me, and IShall watch the dawn light up for meThis sleeping wealth of mine. And I shall watch the wan light shineOn his sleep that is filled of me, On his brow where the wisps of fond hair twineSo truthfully, On his lips where the light breaths come and goNaïve and winsomely, On his limbs that I shall weep to knowLie under m