Sombre the night is.
And though we have our lives, we know
What sinister threat lies there.
Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know
This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -
On a little safe sleep.
But hark! joy - joy - strange joy.
Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks.
Music showering our upturned list-ning faces.
Death could drop from the dark
As easily as song -
But song only dropped,
Like a blind man-s dreams on the sand
By dangerous tides,
Like a girl-s dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there,
Or her kisses where a serpent hides.
Returning, We Hear The Larks
Isaac Rosenberg
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Poem topics: death, girl, hair, music, sleep, blind, strange, serpent, poison, dark, night, song, joy, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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