The Burning of the Temple
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Title
The Burning of the Temple
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Description
Fierce wrath of Solomon
Where sleepest thou? O see
The fabric which thou won
Earth and ocean to give thee---
O look at the red skies.
Or hath the sun plunged down?
What is this molten gold---
These thundering fires blown
Through heaven---where the smoke
rolled?
Again the great king dies.
His dreams go out in smoke,
His days he let not pass
And sculptured here are broke,
Are charred as the burnt grass,
Gone as his mouth's last sighs.
Where sleepest thou? O see
The fabric which thou won
Earth and ocean to give thee---
O look at the red skies.
Or hath the sun plunged down?
What is this molten gold---
These thundering fires blown
Through heaven---where the smoke
rolled?
Again the great king dies.
His dreams go out in smoke,
His days he let not pass
And sculptured here are broke,
Are charred as the burnt grass,
Gone as his mouth's last sighs.
Identifier
3291.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
