D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916.
24. Anxiety
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The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
Sweep past the window again.
Bicycle approaches; I wait
In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy
To leap down at our gate.
Relief that starts in my breast?
Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still
She has no rest.