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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEXT MORNING, by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: How have I wandered here to this vaulted room
Last Line: What is there gone against me, why am I in hell?
Alternate Author Name(s): Lawrence, D. H.
First Line: How have I wandered here to this vaulted room
Last Line: What is there gone against me, why am I in hell?
Alternate Author Name(s): Lawrence, D. H.
HOW have I wandered here to this vaulted room
In the house of life? -- the floor was ruffled with gold
Last evening, and she who was softly in bloom,
Glimmered as flowers that in perfume at twilight unfold
For the flush of the night; whereas now the gloom
Of every dirty, must-besprinkled mould,
And damp old web of misery's heirloom
Deadens this day's grey-dropping arras-fold.
And what is this that floats on the undermist
Of the mirror towards the dusty grate, as if feeling
Unsightly its way to the warmth? -- this thing with a list
To the left? -- this ghost like a candle swealing?
Pale-blurred, with two round black drops, as if it missed
Itself among everything else, here hungrily stealing
Upon me! -- my own reflection! -- explicit gist
Of my presence there in the mirror that leans from the ceiling!
Then will somebody square this shade with the being I know
I was last night, when my soul rang clear as a bell
And happy as rain in summer? Why should it be so?
What is there gone against me, why am I in hell?
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