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						A Baby Asleep after Pain by David Herbert Lawrence 
						
						As a drenched, drowned bee  Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,  So clings to me  My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears  And laid against her cheek; Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm  Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.  My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,  Like a burden she hangs on me.  She has always seemed so light, But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain  Even her floating hair sinks heavily,  Reaching downwards;  As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee  Are a heaviness, and a weariness. 						 
						
						
						
						
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