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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg


— POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG ON A LADY SINGING She bade us listen to the singing lark In tones far sweeter than its own : For fear that she should cease and leave us dark We built the bird a feigned throne, Shrined in her gracious glory-giving ways From sceptred hands of starred humility Praising herself the more in giving praise To music less than she. 174

— EARLIER POEMS BEAUTY As a sword in the sun A glory calling a glory Our eyes, seeing it run, Capture its gleam for our story. Singer, marvellous gleam Dancing in splendid light, Here you have brought us our dream- All, but its stay is its flight ! 175

Redcliffe Voice Issue 6 Summer 2018