D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
D. H. Lawrence
When the wind blows her veil
And uncovers her laughter
I cease, I turn pale.
When the wind blows her veil
From the woes I bewail
Of love and hereafter:
When the wind blows her veil
I cease, I turn pale.
Birdcage Walk was written by D. H. Lawrence.