A tiny moon as small and white as a single jasmine flower
Leans all alone above my window, on night's wintry bower,
Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft as brilliant water or rain
She shines, the first white love of my youth, passionless and in vain.
Leans all alone above my window, on night's wintry bower,
Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft as brilliant water or rain
She shines, the first white love of my youth, passionless and in vain.
I have read another version of this poem, with the last line ending thus...
She shines, the one white love of my youth, which all sin cannot stain.
D.H. Lawrence
D H Lawrence is a name well-known among lovers of poetry, but from time to time a classic is in order! The idea of a first love, one that becomes idealised and lives on in
your heart forever on a pedestal, is a universal concept that Lawrence
sums up splendidly with “the one white love of my youth, which all sin
cannot stain.”
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