From a college window

by D. H. Lawrence

　　

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THE glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping, Goes trembling past me up the College wall.Below, the lawn, in soft blue shade is keeping, The daisy-froth quiescent, softly in thrall.Beyond the leaves that overhang the street, Along the flagged, clean pavement summer-white,Passes the world with shadows at their feet Going left and right.Remote, although I hear the beggar's cough, See the woman's twinkling fingers tend him a coin,I sit absolved, assured I am better off Beyond a world I never want to join.

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