Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

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EARLIER POEMS
SPRING
walk and I wonder
I
To hear the birds sing
Without you, my lady,
How can there be Spring ?
I see the pink blossoms
That slept for a year,
But who could have waked them
While you were not near ?
Birds sing to the blossoms,
Blind, dreaming your pink ;
These blush to the songsters,
Your music they think :
So well had you taught them
To look and to sing,
Your bloom and your music,
The ways of the Spring.
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