Seven Seals

 

Since this is the last night I keep you home,	 
Come, I will consecrate you for the journey.	 
  
Rather I had you would not go. Nay come,	 
I will not again reproach you. Lie back	 
And let me love you a long time ere you go.	     
For you are sullen-hearted still, and lack	 
The will to love me. But even so	 
I will set a seal upon you from my lip,	 
Will set a guard of honour at each door,	 
Seal up each channel out of which might slip	  
Your love for me.	 
  
               I kiss your mouth. Ah, love,	 
Could I but seal its ruddy, shining spring	 
Of passion, parch it up, destroy, remove	 
Its softly-stirring crimson welling-up	 
Of kisses! Oh, help me, God! Here at the source	 
I’d lie for ever drinking and drawing in	 
Your fountains, as heaven drinks from out their course	 
The floods.	 
  
               I close your ears with kisses	  
And seal your nostrils; and round your neck you’ll wear—	 
Nay, let me work—a delicate chain of kisses.	 
Like beads they go around, and not one misses	 
To touch its fellow on either side.	 
  
               And there	  
Full mid-between the champaign of your breast	 
I place a great and burning seal of love	 
Like a dark rose, a mystery of rest	 
On the slow bubbling of your rhythmic heart.	 
  
Nay, I persist, and very faith shall keep	  
You integral to me. Each door, each mystic port	 
Of egress from you I will seal and steep	 
In perfect chrism.	 
               Now it is done. The mort	 
Will sound in heaven before it is undone.	  
  
But let me finish what I have begun	 
And shirt you now invulnerable in the mail	 
Of iron kisses, kisses linked like steel.	 
Put greaves upon your thighs and knees, and frail	
Webbing of steel on your feet. So you shall feel	  
Ensheathed invulnerable with me, with seven	 
Great seals upon your outgoings, and woven	 
Chain of my mystic will wrapped perfectly	 
Upon you, wrapped in indomitable me.

D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

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