Apparition
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Title
Apparition
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Description
From her hair's unfelt gold
My days are twined,
As the moon weaves pale daughters
Her hands may never fold.
Her eyes are hidden pools
Where my soul lies
Glimmering in their waters
Like faint and troubled skies.
Dream pure, her body's grace,
A streaming light,
Scatters delicious fire
Upon my limbs and face.
My days are twined,
As the moon weaves pale daughters
Her hands may never fold.
Her eyes are hidden pools
Where my soul lies
Glimmering in their waters
Like faint and troubled skies.
Dream pure, her body's grace,
A streaming light,
Scatters delicious fire
Upon my limbs and face.
Identifier
3273.txt
Creator
Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)
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Date
1977
Date Created
1977-01-01
Temporal Coverage
1977-12-31
Type
Poem
Publisher
The First World War Poetry Digital Archive
