Isaac Rosenberg — August 1914

What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart's dear granary? The much we shall miss? Three lives hath one life – Iron, honey, gold The gold, the honey gone – Left is the hard and cold Iron are our lives Molten right through our youth A burnt space through ripe fields A fair mouth's broken tooth


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