Isaac Rosenberg

(25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918 / Bristol / England)

Dawn - Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

O tender first cold flush of rose,
O budded dawn, wake dreamily ;
Your dim lips as your lids unclose
Murmur your own sad threnody.
0 as the soft and frail lights break
Upon your eyelids, and your eyes
Wider and wider grow and wake,
The old pale glory dies.

And then, as sleep lies down to sleep
And all her dreams lie somewhere dead,
The iron shepherd leads his sheep
To pastures parched whose green is shed.
Still, 0 frail dawn, still in your hair
And your cold eyes and sad sweet lips,
The ghosts of all the dreams are them,
To fade like passing ships.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012


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