<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412567" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From Night And Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN THE WORKSHOP</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces,<br>Faces speechful, barren of soul and sordid,<br>Huddled and chewing a jest, lewd and gabbled<br>insidious:<br>Laughter, born of its dung, flashes and floods like sunlight,<br>Filling the room with a sense of a soul lethargic and kindly,<br>Touches my soul with a pathos, a hint of a wide desolation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>I saw the face of God to-day,<br>I heard the music of His smile,<br>And yet I was not far away,<br>And yet in Paradise the while.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay upon the sparkling grass,<br>And God's own mouth was kissing me,<br>And there was nothing that did pass<br>But blazed with divinity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Divine-divine-upon my eyes,<br>Upon mine hair-divine--divine,<br>The fervour of the golden skies,<br>The ardent gaze of God on mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Then snake I to the tree, '<br>Were ye your own desire<br>What is it ye would be?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Answered the tree to me,<br>'I am my own desire,<br>I am what 1 would be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' If you were your desire<br>Would you lie under me,<br>And see me as you see?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am my own desire<br>While I lie under you,<br>And that which I would be<br>Desire will sing to you.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>I wander-I wander-0 will she wander here<br>Where'er my footsteps carry me I know that she is near,<br>A jewelled lamp within her hand and jewels in her hair ;<br>I lost her in a vision once and seek her everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My spirit whispers she is near, I look at you and you :<br>Surely she has not passed me, I sleeping as she flew.<br>I wander-I wander, and yet she is not here,<br>Although my spirit whispers to me that she is near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Rosenberg">Isaac Rosenberg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412567" data-title="From Night And Day de Isaac Rosenberg" data-description="IN THE WORKSHOP Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces, Faces speechful, barren of soul and sordid, Huddled and chewing a jest, lewd and gabbled insidious: Laughter, born of its dung, flashes and floods like sunlight, Filling the room with..."></div> </div> </div>

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