| | D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
42. On That Day
| ON that day |
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| I shall put roses on roses, and cover your grave |
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| With multitude of white roses: and since you were brave |
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| One bright red ray. |
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| So people, passing under |
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| The ash-trees of the valley-road, will raise |
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| Their eyes and look at the grave on the hill, in wonder, |
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| Wondering mount, and put the flowers asunder |
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| To see whose praise |
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| Is blazoned here so white and so bloodily red. |
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| Then they will say: “’Tis long since she is dead, |
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| Who has remembered her after many days?” |
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| And standing there |
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| They will consider how you went your ways |
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| Unnoticed among them, a still queen lost in the maze |
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| Of this earthly affair. |
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| A queen, they’ll say, |
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| Has slept unnoticed on a forgotten hill. |
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| Sleeps on unknown, unnoticed there, until |
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| Dawns my insurgent day. |
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