On the Balcony - D. H. Lawrence love poem with Love Poetry, Love Poems, Romantic Poetry, a Romantic Poem

In front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbows;
And between us and it, the thunder;
And down below in the green wheat, the labourers
Stand like dark stumps, still in the green wheat

You are near to me, and your naked
feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I distinguish the scent of your hair: so now the limber
Lightning falls from heaven.

Adown the pale-green glacier river floats
A dark boat through the gloom - and whither?
The thunder roars. But still we have each other!
And disappear - what have we but each other?
The boat has gone.