< Poems by Isaac Rosenberg
BEAUTY
As a sword in the sun—
A glory calling a glory—
Our eyes, seeing it run,
Capture its gleam for our story.
Singer, marvellous gleam
Dancing in splendid light,
Here you have brought us our dream—
Ah, but its stay is its flight!
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