day-sunshine

Updated: May 17, 2025

Only the moon, white and shining, was in the sky, like a woman glorying in her own loveliness as she loiters superbly to the gaze of all the world, looking sometimes through the fringe of dark olive leaves, sometimes looking at her own superb, quivering body, wholly naked in the water of the lake. My little old woman was gone. She, all day-sunshine, would have none of the moon.

D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence - Twilight in Italy