Poems by Isaac Rosenberg

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THE ONE LOST
I mingle with your bones
You steal in subtle noose
This lighted dust Jehovah loans
And now I lose.
What will the Lender say
When I shall not be found,
Safe-sheltered at the Judgment Day,
Being in you bound ?
He'll hunt through wards of Heaven,
Call to uncoffined earth
" Where is this soul, unjudged, not given
"
Dole for good's dearth ?
And I, lying so safe
Within you, hearing all,
To have cheated God shall laugh,
Freed by your thrall.
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