I am here myself ; as though this heave of effort
At starting other life , fulfilled my own ;
Rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core
Of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown
By all the blood of the rose-bush into being -
Strange , that the urgent will in me, to set
My mouth on hers in kisses , and so softly
To bring together two strange sparks , beget

" Rose of All the World "
--- D. H. Lawrence
( 1885 - 1930 )