Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Birdcage Walk

When the wind blows her veil
And uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her veil
From the woes I bewail
Of love and hereafter:
When the wind blows her veil
I cease, I turn pale. 

1. Meeting among the Mountains
2. Week-Night Service
3. The Mosquito
4. Perfidy
5. Liaison

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