DISCORD IN CHILDHOOD

Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips,

And at night when the wind rose, the lash of the tree

Shrieked and slashed the wind, as a ship's

Weird ringging in a strom shrieks hideously.

Witnin the house two voices arouse, a splender lash

Whistling she-delirious rage, and the dreadful sound

Of a male thong booming and bruising, until it had drowned

The other voive in a silence of blood, 'neath the noise of the ash.

D. H. Lawrence