David Herbert Lawrence

Here you will find the Poem Firelight and Nightfall of poet David Herbert Lawrence

Firelight and Nightfall

The darkness steals the forms of all the queens,
But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, 
Inflamed with binding up the sheaves of dead 
Hours that were once all glory and all queens. 
And I remember all the sunny hours
Of queens in hyacinth and skies of gold, 
And morning singing where the woods are scrolled
And diapered above the chaunting flowers. 
Here lamps are white like snowdrops in the grass;
The town is like a churchyard, all so still
And grey now night is here; nor will 
Another torn red sunset come to pass.