Bay: A Book of Poems by D.H. Lawrence.. THE LITTLE TOWN AT EVENING THE chime of the bells, and the church clock striking eight Solemnly and distinctly cries down the babel of children still playing in the hay.
The church draws nearer upon us, gentle and great
In shadow, covering us up with her grey.
Like drowsy children the houses fall asleep
Under the fleece of shadow, as in between
Tall and dark the church moves, anxious to keep
Their sleeping, cover them soft unseen.
Hardly a murmur comes from the sleeping brood,
I wish the church had covered me up with the rest
In the home-place. Why is it she should exclude
Me so distinctly from sleeping with those I love best?
نحن نعمل على تصفية المحتوى من أجل
توفير الكتب بشكل أكثر قانونية ودقة لذلك هذا الكتاب غير متوفر حاليا حفاظا على حقوق
المؤلف ودار النشر.
