Last Hours The cool of an oak's unchequered shade Falls on me as I lie in deep grass Which rushes upward, blade beyond blade, While higher the darting grass-flowers pass Piercing the blue with their crocketed spires And waving flags, and the ragged fires Of the sorrel's cresset - a green, brave town Vegetable, new in renown. 🏞️ Over the tree's edge, as over a mountain Surges the white of the moon, A cloud comes up like the surge of a fountain, Pressing round and low at first, but soon Heaving and piling a round white dome. How lovely it is to be at home Like an insect in the grass Letting life pass. 🍀 There's a scent of clover crept through my hair From the full resource of some purple dome Where that lumbering bee, who can hardly bear His burden above me, never has clomb. But not even the scent of insouciant flowers Makes pause the hours. 🌺 Down the valley roars a townward train. I hear it through the grass Dragging the links of my shortening chain Southwards, alas! 🛤️ _____________________________ #lasthours #dhlawrence #poem #poetry #poemsofinstagram #bookworm #booklionness #booklover #bibliophile #booknerdigan #bookdragon #avidreader #bookstagram #booksofinstagram #bookaholic #bookish #bookadict #dzreads #bookphotography #booklove #igreads #ilovebooks #algerianbookstagram #algerianbookstagrammer #booknerdigans #instabook #instabooks #🍀 #🌺 #🏞️ (at Annaba, Algeria)
