Ruination

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Title:     Ruination
Author: D. H. Lawrence [More Titles by Lawrence]

THE sun is bleeding its fires upon the mist
That huddles in grey heaps coiling and holding back.
Like cliffs abutting in shadow a drear grey sea
Some street-ends thrust forward their stack.

On the misty waste-lands, away from the flushing grey
Of the morning the elms are loftily dimmed, and tall
As if moving in air towards us, tall angels
Of darkness advancing steadily over us all.

[The end]
D. H. Lawrence's poem: Ruination

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