Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like
a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A
darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In
my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.
And
through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What
matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,
Seeing
I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,
A
night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same.
-
D.H.
Lawrence
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