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• After Many Days (David Herbert Lawrence)
  
  I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
  If under your slipping words, that easily flow
  About you as a garment, easily,
  Your violent heart beats to and fro!
  
  Long have I waited, never once confessed,
  Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
  Now, being come again, how make the best
  Reparation?
  
  If I could cast this clothing off from me,
  If I could lift my naked self to you,
  Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
  Good; it would let the ache come through.
  
  But that you hold me still so kindly cold
  Aloof my floating heart will not allow;
  Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
  Your pleasure now.
  
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