Song by Isaac Rosenberg

Deal Score0

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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