The Poetry Corner

Don Juan

By D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards)

It is Isis the mystery Must be in love with me. Here this round ball of earth Where all the mountains sit Solemn in groups, And the bright rivers flit Round them for girth. Here the trees and troops Darken the shining grass, And many people pass Plundered from heaven, Many bright people pass, Plunder from heaven. What of the mistresses What the beloved seven? - They were but witnesses, I was just driven. Where is there peace for me? Isis the mystery Must be in love with me.