CAMELOT FANTASIES

On the Balcony



 by D.H. Lawrence



 In front of the sombre mountains,
 a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow
 And between us and it, the thunder;
 And down below in the green wheat,
 the labourers stand like dark stumps,
 still in the green wheat.
 You are near to me, and naked feet
 In their sandals, and through the
 scent of the balcony's naked timber
 I distinguish the scent of your hair:
 so now the limber
 Lightning falls from heaven.
 Adown the pale-green glacier river floats
 A dark boat through the gloom—
and whither? The thunder roars
 But still we have each other!
 The naked lightnings in the heavens dither
 And disappear—
what have we but each other?
 The boat has gone.