Poetry Friday: Hyde Park at Night, before the War by D.H. Lawrence

We have shut the doors behind us, and the velvet flowers of night
Lean about us scattering their pollen grains of golden light.

Now at last we lift our faces, and our faces come aflower
To the night that takes us willing, liberates us to the hour.

Now at last the ink and dudgeon passes from our fervent eyes
And out of the chambered weariness wanders a spirit abroad on its enterprise.

- the beginning of Hyde Park at Night, before the War: Clerks by D.H. Lawrence

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