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The Inheritance
Since you did depart
Out of my reach, my darling,
Into the hidden,
I see each shadow start
With recognition, and I
Am wonder-ridden.


I am dazed with the farewell,
But I scarcely feel your loss.

You left me a gift
Of tongues, so the shadows tell
Me things, and silences toss
Me their drift.


You sent me a cloven fire
Out of death, and it burns in the draught
Of the breathing hosts,
Kindles the darkening pyre
For the sorrowful, till strange brands waft
Like candid ghosts.


Form after form, in the streets
Waves like a ghost along,
Kindled to me;
The star above the house-top greets
Me every eve with a long
Song fierily.


All day long, the town
Glimmers with subtle ghosts
Going up and down
In a common, prison-like dress;
But their daunted looking flickers
To me, and I answer, Yes!

So I am not lonely nor sad
Although bereaved of you,
My little love.

I move among a kinsfolk clad
With words, but the dream shows through
As they move.
Written by: D. H. Lawrence

Book: Reflection on the Important Things