Dim apprehension of a trust
Comes over me this quiet hour,
As though the silence were a flower,
And this, its perfume, dark like dust.
My individual self would cling
Through fear, through pride, unto its fears :
It strives to shut out what it hears,
The founts of being murmuring.
0 ! Need, whose hauntings terrorize;
Whether my maiden ways would hide,
Or lose and to that need subside,
Life shrinks and instinct dreads surprise.
A Girls Thoughts
Isaac Rosenberg
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Poem topics: dark, fear, flower, life, pride, silence, trust, hide, dust, individual, instinct, quiet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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