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.
Song
Isaac Rosenberg
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Poem topics: god, rose, silver, star, battle, sweet, white, place, small, face, body, quiet, thought, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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