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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

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Dear ; EARLIER POEMS And touched her father, mother, even now Grim-hovering in her home, Where fevered lay Her wasting brother in a cold, bleak room, Which theirs would be no longer than a day, And then—the streets and doom. Lord ! Lord ! Lord ! I knew that life was bitter, but my soul Recoiled, as anguish-smitten by sharp sword, Grieving such body's dole. Then grief gave place To a strange pulsing rapture as she spoke For I could catch the glimpses of God's grace, And a desire awoke To take this trust And warm and gladden it with love's new fires, Burning the past to ashes and to dust Through purified desires. We walked our way, One way hewn for us from the birth of Time ; For we had wandered into Love's strange clime Through ways sin waits to slay. 157

; ; POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG Love's euphony, In Love's own temple that is our glad hearts, Makes now long music wild deliriously Now Grief hath used his darts. Love infinite, Chastened by sorrow, hallowed by pure flame- Not all the surging world can compass it. Love—Love—O tremulous name ! God's mercy shines And my full heart hath made record of this, Of grief that burst from out its dark confines Into strange sunlit bliss. 158