Name: DRUNK by D.H. Lawrence - FULL AudioBook｜最高のオーディオブック｜詩の詩の詩人 (DRUNK by D.H. Lawrence - FULL AudioBook | Greatest Audio Books | Poem Poetry Poet)
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Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road,

Whose lofty roses break and blow On a night-sky bent with a load

Of lights: each solitary rose, Each arc-lamp golden does expose

Ghost beyond ghost of a blossom, shows Night blenched with a thousand snows.

Of hawthorn and of lilac trees, White lilac; shows discoloured night

Dripping with all the golden lees Laburnum gives back to light.

And shows the red of hawthorn set On high to the purple heaven of night,

Like flags in blenched blood newly wet, Blood shed in the noiseless fight.

Of life for love and love for life, Of hunger for a little food,

Of kissing, lost for want of a wife Long ago, long ago wooed.

Too far away you are, my love, To steady my brain in this phantom show

That passes the nightly road above And returns again below.

The enormous cliff of horse-chestnut trees Has poised on each of its ledges

An erect small girl looking down at me; White-night-gowned little chits I see,

And they peep at me over the edges Of the leaves as though they would leap, should

"But, child, you're too small for me, too small

White little sheaves of night-gowned maids, Some other will thresh you out!

And I see leaning from the shades A lilac like a lady there, who braids

Her white mantilla about Her face, and forward leans to catch the sight

Of a man's face, Gracefully sighing through the white

And another lilac in purple veiled Discreetly, all recklessly calls

In a low, shocking perfume, to know who has hailed

Her forth from the night: my strength has failed

In her voice, my weak heart falls: Oh, and see the laburnum shimmering

Her draperies down, As if she would slip the gold, and glimmering

The pageant of flowery trees above The street pale-passionate goes,

And back again down the pavement, Love In a lesser pageant flows.

Two and two are the folk that walk, They pass in a half embrace

Of linked bodies, and they talk With dark face leaning to face.

Come then, my love, come as you will Along this haunted road,

Be whom you will, my darling, I shall Keep with you the troth I trowed.