Aware
Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze,
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so
Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze
See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know
I loved, but there she goes and her beauty hurts my heart;
I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.
Credit
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Aware” was published in Lawrence’s book Love Poems and Others (Duckworth and Co., 1913).
Date Published
01/24/2016