I am myself at last ; now I achieve

My self. I, with the wonder mellow,

Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear

And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving

Its limpid sap to culmination has brought

Itself more sheet and naked out of the green

In starck-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.

D.H. Lawrence / I am like a rose