Isaac Rosenberg

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

The Nun - Poem by Isaac Rosenberg

So thy soul's meekness shrinks,
Too loth to show her face-
Why should she shun the world ?
It is a holy place.

Concealed to itself
If the flower kept its scent,
Of itself amorous,
Less rich its ornament.

Use-utmost in each kind-
Is beauty, truth in one,
While soul rays light to soul
In one God-linked sun.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012


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