Poem – Girl To A Soldier On Leave

Love! You love me — your eyes

Have looked through death at mine.

You have tempted a grave too much

I let you — I repine.
I love you – Titan lover,

My own storm-days Titan.

Greater than the son of Zeus,

I know whom I would choose.
Titan — my splendid rebel 

The old Prometheus

Wanes like a ghost before your power —

His pangs were joys to yours.
Pallid days arid and wan

Tied your soul fast.

Babel-cities smoky tops

Pressed upon your growth
Weary gyves. What were you

But a word in the brains ways,

Or the sleep of Circes swine.

One gyve holds you yet.
It held you hiddenly on the Somme

Tied from my heart at home.

O must it loosen now? — I wish

You were bound with the old gyves.
Love! you love me — your eyes

Have looked through death at mine.

You have tempted a grave too much.

I let you – I repine. 

Poem -Girl To A Soldier On Leave – Isaac Rosenberg

Girl To A Soldier On Leave 

Love! You love me — your eyes 

Have looked through death at mine. 

You have tempted a grave too much 

I let you — I repine. 
I love you – Titan lover, 

My own storm-days Titan. 

Greater than the son of Zeus, 

I know whom I would choose. 
Titan — my splendid rebel — 

The old Prometheus 

Wanes like a ghost before your power — 

His pangs were joys to yours. 
Pallid days arid and wan 

Tied your soul fast. 

Babel-cities smoky tops 

Pressed upon your growth 
Weary gyves. What were you 

But a word in the brains ways, 

Or the sleep of Circes swine. 

One gyve holds you yet. 
It held you hiddenly on the Somme 

Tied from my heart at home. 

O must it loosen now? — I wish 

You were bound with the old gyves. 
Love! you love me — your eyes 

Have looked through death at mine. 

You have tempted a grave too much. 

I let you – I repine.