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Title: Bay
A Book of Poems

Author: D. H. Lawrence

Release Date: September 23, 2007 [EBook #22734]

Language: English

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D.H. Lawrence (1919) _Bay: A Book of Poems_

Transcriber's Note: These poems were first published
by the Beaumont Press in a limited edition. Facsimile
page images from the original publication, including
facsimile images of the original coloured illustrations
by Anne Estelle Rice, are freely available from the
Internet Archive.

BAY . . A BOOK
OF . . POEMS . . BY
D: H: LAWRENCE

To Cynthia Asquith

CONTENTS

GUARDS
Where the trees rise like cliffs

THE LITTLE TOWN AT EVENING
The chime of the bells

LAST HOURS
The cool of an oak's unchequered shade

TOWN
London

AFTER THE OPERA
Down the stone stairs

GOING BACK
The night turns slowly round

ON THE MARCH
We are out on the open road

BOMBARDMENT
The town has opened to the sun

WINTER-LULL
Because of the silent snow

THE ATTACK
When we came out of the wood

OBSEQUIAL ODE
Surely you've trodden straight

SHADES
Shall I tell you, then, how it is?--

BREAD UPON THE WATERS
So you are lost to me

RUINATION
The sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist

RONDEAU
The hours have tumbled their leaden sands

TOMMIES IN THE TRAIN
The sun shines

WAR-BABY
The child like mustard-seed

NOSTALGIA
The waning moon looks upward

COLOPHON

GUARDS!

A Review in Hyde Park 1913.
The Crowd Watches.

WHERE the trees rise like cliffs, proud and
blue-tinted in the distance,
Between the cliffs of the trees, on the grey-
green park
Rests a still line of soldiers, red motionless range of
guards
Smouldering with darkened busbies beneath the bay-
onets' slant rain.

Colossal in nearness a blue police sits still on his horse
Guarding the path; his hand relaxed at his thigh,
And skyward his face is immobile, eyelids aslant
In tedium, and mouth relaxed as if smiling--ineffable
tedium!

So! So! Gaily a general canters across