Thief In The Night

D. H. Lawrence

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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