D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916.

41. Dissolute

MANY years have I still to burn, detained

Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine

A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained

In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,

What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,

Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,

A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same.