Returning, we hear the larks
RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG
Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurks 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 on 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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|Author||Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)|
|Title||Returning, we hear the larks|
|Copyright||The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.|
|First line||Sombre the night is.|
|Publication source||The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg|
|Publication editor||Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys|
|Publishers||Chatto Windus Ltd.|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|