Dead Poets Month: D.H. Lawrence

I'm barely familiar with Lawrence, but this poem reminds me of falling in love when I was 16. 

And because he was Todd, the story has a happy continuance.

Letter from Town: The Almond Tree

You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget?

 White ones and blue ones from under the orchard hedge?      

 Sweet dark purple, and white ones mixed for a pledge    

Of our early love that hardly has opened yet.        

Here there’s an almond tree—you have never seen            

 Such a one in the north—it flowers on the street, and I stand      

 Every day by the fence to look up for the flowers that expand    

At rest in the blue, and wonder at what they mean.        

Under the almond tree, the happy lands      

 Provence, Japan, and Italy repose,      

 And passing feet are chatter and clapping of those    

Who play around us, country girls clapping their hands.        

You, my love, the foremost, in a flowered gown,      

 All your unbearable tenderness, you with the laughter      

 Startled upon your eyes now so wide with hereafter,     

You with loose hands of abandonment hanging down.