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DANIEL HERBERT LAWRENCE (1885-1930)
Autograph manuscript poem signed ("D. H. Lawrence"), one page, 8°, apparently unpublished, entitled "Eden", written on front free endpaper of Lawrence's Love Poems and Others (London, 1913), the previous page with inscription by Lawrence, "To the Soldiers and Sailors who are made blind" (affected by all over worming).
"I have found a place of loneliness, Lovelier than Lyonesse, Lonelier than Paradise Full of a sweet stillness, Which no day can distress, Never a noise transgress The full moon sank in state: I heard her stand and wait, For her watchers to shut the gate Then I knew myself in a wonderland, All of darkness, and falling sand, Of hours hard to understand Always waiting, again I knew, The presence of the flowers that grew, Noiseless, their wonder noiseless blew: And flushing kingfishers that flew, In soundless beauty - and the few Shadows the passing wild-beast threw: Eve discovered on the ground, Soft-given, strange, and never a sound, To break the embrace that we had found The perfect Consummation, The final, paradisal One, Recovered now the world was gone."
Autograph manuscript poem signed ("D. H. Lawrence"), one page, 8°, apparently unpublished, entitled "Eden", written on front free endpaper of Lawrence's Love Poems and Others (London, 1913), the previous page with inscription by Lawrence, "To the Soldiers and Sailors who are made blind" (affected by all over worming).
"I have found a place of loneliness, Lovelier than Lyonesse, Lonelier than Paradise Full of a sweet stillness, Which no day can distress, Never a noise transgress The full moon sank in state: I heard her stand and wait, For her watchers to shut the gate Then I knew myself in a wonderland, All of darkness, and falling sand, Of hours hard to understand Always waiting, again I knew, The presence of the flowers that grew, Noiseless, their wonder noiseless blew: And flushing kingfishers that flew, In soundless beauty - and the few Shadows the passing wild-beast threw: Eve discovered on the ground, Soft-given, strange, and never a sound, To break the embrace that we had found The perfect Consummation, The final, paradisal One, Recovered now the world was gone."