Forsaken And Forlorn
By D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards)
The house is silent, it is late at night, I am alone.
From the balcony I can hear the Isar moan,
Can see the white
Rift of the river eerily, between the pines, under a sky of stone.
Some fireflies drift through the middle air Tinily.
I wonder where
Ends this darkness that annihilates me.