The hoar-frost crumbles in the sun,
The crisping steam of a train
Melts in the air, while two black birds
Sweep past the window again.
Along the vacant road, a red
Bicycle approaches; I wait
In a thaw of anxiety, for the boy
To leap down at our gate.
He has passed us by; but is it
Relief that starts in my breast?
Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still
She has no rest.
Anxiety
David Herbert Lawrence
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Poem topics: red, sun, wait, frost, relief, black, anxiety, window, train, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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