In the Woods
by Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918)
Let me carve my fantasy
Of this web like broken glass
Gleaming through the fretted leaves
In a quaint intimacy
Diamond tipping all the grass.
Hearken as the spirit heaves
Through the branches and the leaves
In the shudder of their pulse.
Delicate nature trembles so
To a ruder nature
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