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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg


; ; — TOEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG SONG A silver rose to show Is your sweet face And like the heavens 1 white brow. Sometime God's battle-place, Your blood is quiet now. Your body is Unto my thought a star But stars are not too far, And can be caught Small pools their prisons are. 14(5

; ; EARLIER POEMS HEART'S FIRST WORD. I. To sweeten a swift minute so With such rare fragrance of sweet speech, And make the after hours go In a blank yearning each on each ; To drain the springs till they be dry, And then in anguish thirst for drink ; So but to glimpse her robe thirst I, And my soul hungers and I sink. There is no word that we have said Whereby the lips and heart are fire No look the linked glances read That held the springs of deep desire. And yet the sounds her glad lips gave Are on my soul vibrating still Her eyes that swept me as a wave Shine my soul's worship to fulfil. Her hair, her eyes, her throat and chin— Sweet hair, sweet eyes, sweet throat, so sweet, 147