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
The glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping,
Goes trembling past me up the College wall.
Below, the lawn, in soft blue shade is keeping,
The daisy-froth quiescent, softly in thrall.
Beyond the leaves that overhang the street,
Along the flagged, clean pavement summer-white,
Passes the world with shadows at their feet
Going left and right.
Remote, although I hear the beggar's cough,
See the woman's twinkling fingers tеnd him a
coin,
I sit absolved, assured I am bettеr off
Beyond a world I never want to join.
From a College Window was written by D. H. Lawrence.