Forum (Volume 50) (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1913. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... And my voice was shaken with sobs, -- You said it were better if both of us Were dead . . . You said . . . but your arms were about me And in the dim light of the fire The words died on your lips, And your kiss was merciless . . . tender Love found us glad and bewildered and shaken-- Yet sad and afraid By the firelight . I walk alone thro' the storm And I remember DEPARTURE John Hall Wheelock THE twilight is starred, The dawn has arisen; Light breaks from the east And Song from her prison. Faint odors and sounds The west-wind discloses Of laughter and birds, Of singing and roses. It is time to be gone-- Day scatters the gloom; But here at my side, But still in the room, Like the angel of life, Too kind to depart, You hang at my lips, You hang at my heart I DERELICT * D. H. Lawrence SO the weeks went on. Always alone, his soul oscillated, first on the side of death, then on the side of life, doggedly. The real agony was that he had nowhere to go, nothing to do, nothing to say, and was nothing himself. Sometimes he ran down the streets as if he were mad: sometimes he was mad; things weren't there, things were there. It made him pant. Sometimes he stood before the bar of the public-house where he had called for a drink. Everything suddenly stood back away from him. He saw the face of the barmaid, the gabbling drinkers, his own glass on the slopped, mahogany board, in the distance. There was something between him and them. He could not get into touch. He did not want them; he did not want his drink. Turning abruptly, he went out. On the threshold he stood and looked at the lighted street. But he was not of it or in it. Something separated him. Everything went on there below those lamps, shut away from him. He could not get at them. He felt he couldn't touch ...