Thief in the Night, por D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence

Thief in the Night

Last night a thief came to me

And struck at me with something dark.

I cried, but no one could hear me,

I lay dumb and stark.

When I awoke this morning

I could find no trace;

Perhaps 'twas a dream of warning,

For I’ve lost my peace.

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