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Through These Pale Cold Days

Through these pale cold days     What dark faces burn     Out of three thousand years,     And their wild eyes yearn,     While underneath their brows     Like waifs their spirits grope     For the pools of Hebron again—     For Lebanon's summer slope.     They leave these blond still days   In dust behind their tread   They see with living eyes   How long they have been dead.

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Isaac Rosenberg

Isaac Rosenberg (25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918) was an English poet and artist. His Poems from the Trenches are recognized as some of the most…

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