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D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916.

26. The End

IF I could have put you in my heart,

If but I could have wrapped you in myself,

How glad I should have been!

And now the chart

Of memory unrolls again to me

The course of our journey here, before we had to part.

And oh, that you had never, never been

Some of your selves, my love, that some

Of your several faces I had never seen!

And still they come before me, and they go,

And I cry aloud in the moments that intervene.

And oh, my love, as I rock for you to-night,

And have not any longer any hope

To heal the suffering, or make requite

For all your life of asking and despair,

I own that some of me is dead to-night.