20. In Church. Lawrence, D. H. 1916. New Poems

D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.

20. In Church

IN the choir the boys are singing the hymn.
The morning light on their lips
Moves in silver-moist flashes, in musical trim.

Sudden outside the high window, one crow
Hangs in the air	5
And lights on a withered oak-tree’s top of woe.

One bird, one blot, folded and still at the top
Of the withered tree!—in the grail
Of crystal heaven falls one full black drop.

Like a soft full drop of darkness it seems to sway	10
In the tender wine
Of our Sabbath, suffusing our sacred day.