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Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

EARLIER POEMS IN

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

; — POEMS BY ISAAC ROSENBERG A .MOOD You are so light and gay, So slight, sweet maid Your limbs like leaves in play, Or beams that grasses braid ; O ! Joys whose jewels pray My breast to be inlaid. Frail fairy of the streets ; Strong, dainty lure For all men's eyes the sweets Whose lack makes hearts so poor While your heart loveless beats. Light, laughing, and impure. O ! Fragrant waft of flesh, Float through me so My limbs are in your mesh, My blood forgets to flow ; Ah ! Lilied meadows fresh, It knows where it would go. 162

Redcliffe Voice Issue 6 Summer 2018