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The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters
Something which sets the black poplars ashake with hysterical laughter;
While slowly the house of day is closing its eastern shutters.
Further down the valley the clustered tombstones recede,
Winding about their dimness the mist-s grey cerements, after
The street lamps in the darkness have suddenly started to bleed.
The leaves fly over the window and utter a word as they pass
To the face that leans from the darkness, intent, with two dark-filled eyes
That watch for ever earnestly from behind the window glass.
At The Window
David Herbert Lawrence
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Poem topics: autumn, dark, house, laughter, wind, face, listen, street, valley, black, suddenly, watch, Valentine's Day, glass, window, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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