To evoke what this could signify here are some quotes from Virgo author D.H. Lawrence’s novel Lady Chatterley’s Lover. These passages follow the first sexual encounter of the lovers, Lawrence using the imagery of the spring forest to evoke Lady Chatterley’s awakening erotic feelings:
“The wood was silent, still and secret in the evening drizzle of rain, full of the mystery of eggs and half-open buds, half-unsheathed flowers. In the dimness of it all trees glistened naked and dark as if they had unclothed themselves, and the green things on earth seemed to hum with greenness.”
“She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oak-wood, humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds. Meanwhile the birds of desire were asleep in the vast interlaced intricacy of her body.”
“Today she could almost feel it in her own body, the huge heave of the sap in the massive trees, upwards, up, up to the bud-tips, there to push into little flamey oak-leaves, bronze as blood.”
And equally characteristic of Virgo there is this:
Recalling the virgin/whore polarity so characteristic of Virgo, Mellors the game-keeper, [Lady Chatterley’s Lover], embodies the masculine dichotomy of hermit / lover. Firstly the hermit: “It’s no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You’ve got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in .. But you have to wait for the times .. they’ve got to come. You can’t force them.”
Then the hermit almost unwillingly drawn out of himself by the power of the erotic daemon: “A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits. And now he had taken the woman, and brought on himself a new cycle of pain and doom. For he knew by experience what it meant .. She had connected him up again, when he had wanted to be alone. She had cost him that bitter privacy of a man who at lasts only wants to be alone.” ..
“He felt his own unfinished condition of aloneness cruelly. He wanted her, to touch her, to hold her fast against him in one moment of completeness and rest .. It was not desire .. It was the cruel sense of unfinished aloneness, that needed a silent woman folded in his arms.”
Finally, the hermit transformed into warm-hearted lover: “And do you think it’s important, a man and a woman?” [Connie] asked [Mellors]: “For me it is. For me it’s the core of my life: if I have a right relation with a woman.” ..
“.. I believe in being warm-hearted. I believe especially in being warm-hearted in love, in loving with a warm heart. I believe if men could love with warm hearts, and the women take it warm-heartedly everything would come all right.”