.
I know no greater delight than the sheer delight of being alone.
It makes me realise the delicious pleasure of the moon
that she has in travelling by herself: throughout time,
or the splendid growing of an ash-tree
alone, on a hillside in the north, humming in the wind.
D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930): Delight of Being Alone, from More Pansies, in Last Poems, 1932
It makes me realise the delicious pleasure of the moon
that she has in travelling by herself: throughout time,
or the splendid growing of an ash-tree
alone, on a hillside in the north, humming in the wind.
D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930): Delight of Being Alone, from More Pansies, in Last Poems, 1932