Song

By Isaac Rosenberg

A silver rose to show
Is your sweet face;
And like the heavens' white brow,
Sometime God's battle-place,
Your blood is quiet now.

Your body is a star
Unto my thought ;
But stars are not too far,
And can be caught--
Small pools their prisons are.



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Thursday, July 18th, 2019