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 rigging in a strom shrieks hideously.
Withnin the house two voices arouse, a slender lash
Whistling she-delirious rage, and the dreadful sound
Of a male thong booming and bruising, until it had drowned
The other voice in a silence of blood, 'neath the noise of the ash.
D. H. Lawrence
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