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.

(C) David Herbert Lawrence
03/04/2017


Best Poems of David Herbert Lawrence

• The Ship Of Death
• Patience
• Search For Truth
• We Are Transmitters
• Belief
• Bei Hennef
• The Prophet
• A Sane Revolution
• Tortoise Gallantry
• The Enkindled Spring
• Dolor Of Autumn
• Reproach
• Intimates
• Last Words To Miriam
• Monologue Of A Mother
• Mystery
• Lotus Hurt By The Cold
• Beautiful Old Age
• Firelight And Nightfall
• The End