Forsaken And Forlorn

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Title:     Forsaken And Forlorn
Author: D. H. Lawrence [More Titles by Lawrence]

THE house is silent, it is late at night, I am alone.
From the balcony
I can hear the Isar moan,
Can see the white
Rift of the river eerily, between the pines, under
a sky of stone.

Some fireflies drift through the middle air
Tinily.
I wonder where
Ends this darkness that annihilates me.

[The end]
D. H. Lawrence's poem: Forsaken And Forlorn

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