LOVE POEMS AND OTHERS LOVE · POEMS AND · OTHERS BY · D. H. LAWRENCE AUTHOR OF "THE WHITE PEACOCK" "THE TRESPASSER" DUCKWORTH · AND · CO. COVENT · GARDEN · LONDON MCMXIII _Several of these Poems have appeared in the "English Review," the "Nation," and the "Westminster Gazette."_ CONTENTS LOVE POEMS:-- PAGE Wedding Morn i. Kisses in the Train iii. Cruelty and Love v. Cherry Robbers viii. Lilies in the Fire ix. Coldness in Love xi. End of another Home-Holiday xiii. Reminder xvi. Bei Hennef xviii. Lightning xix. Song-Day in Autumn xxi. Aware xxiii. A Pang of Reminiscence xxiv. A White Blossom xxv. Red Moon-Rise xxvi. Return xxviii. The Appeal xxix. Repulsed xxx. Dream-Confused xxxii. Corot xxxiii. Morning Work xxxv. Transformations xxxvi. Renascence xxxviii. Dog-Tired xl. Michael-Angelo xli. DIALECT POEMS:-- Violets xlii. Whether or Not xliv. A Collier's Wife liii. The Drained Cup lvi. THE SCHOOLMASTER:-- I. A Snowy Day in School lix. II. The Best of School lx. III. Afternoon in School lxiii. WEDDING MORN The morning breaks like a pomegranate In a shining crack of red, Ah, when to-morrow the dawn comes late Whitening across the bed, It will find me watching at the marriage gate And waiting while light is shed On him who is sleeping satiate, With a sunk, abandoned head. And when the dawn comes creeping in, Cautiously I shall raise Myself to watch the morning win My first of days, As it shows him sleeping a sleep he got Of me, as under my gaze, He grows distinct, and I see his hot Face freed of the wavering blaze. Then I shall know which image of God My man is made toward, And I shall know my bitter rod Or my rich reward. And I shall know the stamp and worth Of the coin I've accepted as mine, Shall see an image of heaven or of earth On his minted metal shine. Yea and I long to see him sleep In my power utterly, I long to know what I have to keep, I long to see My love, that spinning coin, laid still And plain at the side of me, For me to count--for I know he will Greatly enrichen me.