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Isaac Rosenberg - Returning, We Hear the Larks
Work rating: Medium

	Sombre the night is.
	And though we have our lives, we know
	What sinister threat lies there.

	Dragging these anguished limbs, we only know
	This poison-blasted track opens on our camp -
	On a little safe sleep.

	But hark! joy - joy - strange joy.
	Lo! heights of night ringing with unseen larks.
	Music showering our upturned list’ning faces.

	Death could drop from the dark
	As easily as song -
	But song only dropped,
	Like a blind man’s dreams on the sand
	By dangerous tides,
	Like a girl’s dark hair for she dreams no ruin lies there,
	Or her kisses where a serpent hides.
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