morn and night

And then in a strange, grey hour

We lay mouth to mouth, with your face

Under mine like a star on the lake,

And I covered the earth, and all space.

 

The silent, drifting hours

Or morn after morn

and night drifting up to the night

Yet no pathway worn.

 

Your life, and mine, my love

Passing on and on, the hate

Fusing closer and closer with love

Till at length they mate.

 

D.H. Lawrence. History.

Done