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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

— POEMS BY ISAAC

— POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG THE NUN So thy soul's meekness shrinks, Too loth to show her face Why should she shun the world ? It is a holy place. Concealed to itself If the flower kept its scent, Of itself amorous, Less rich its ornament. Use—utmost in each kind Is beauty, truth in one, AVhile soul rays light to soul In one God-linked sun. WO

EARLIER POEMS IN PICCADILLY Lamp-lit faces, to you What is your starry dew ? Gold flowers of the night blue ! Deep in wet pavement's slime Mud -rooted is your fierce prime, To bloom in lust's coloured clime. The sheen of eyes that lust, Which dew-time made your trust, Lights your passionless dust. 161

Redcliffe Voice Issue 6 Summer 2018