The Nun

By Isaac Rosenberg

So thy soul's meekness shrinks,
Too loth to show her face--
Why should she shun the world ?
It is a holy place.

Concealed to itself
If the flower kept its scent,
Of itself amorous,
Less rich its ornament.

Use--utmost in each kind--
Is beauty, truth in one,
While soul rays light to soul
In one God-linked sun.



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Wednesday, November 20th, 2019