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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg


Need, POEMS HY ISAAC ROSENBERG A GIRL'S THOUGHTS Dim apprehension of a trust Comes over me this quiet hour, As though the silence were a flower, And this, its perfume, dark like dust. My individual self would cling Through fear, through pride, unto its fears It strives to shut out what it hears, The founts of being murmuring. O ! whose hauntings terrorize ; Whether my maiden ways would hide, Or lose and to that need subside, Life shrinks and instinct dreads surprise. 154

; EARLIER TOEMS A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL God's mercy shines And our full hearts must make record of this, For grief that burst from out its dark confines Into strange sunlit bliss. I stood where glowed The merry glare of golden whirring lights Above the monstrous mass that seethed and flowed Through one of London's nights. I watched the gleams Of jagged warm lights on shrunk faces pale : I heard mad laughter as one hears in dreams Or Hell's harsh lurid tale. The traffic rolled, A gliding chaos populous of din, A steaming wail at doom the Lord had scrawled For perilous loads of sin. 155