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THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG

Poet Analysis

First Line: I MINGLE WITH YOUR BONES
Last Line: FREED BY YOUR THRALL.
Subject(s): SOLDIERS' WRITINGS;
I mingle with your bones;
You steal in subtle noose
This, lighted dust Jehovah loans
And now I lose.

What will the Lender say
When I shall not be found,
Safe-sheltered at the Judgment Day,
Being in you bound?

He'll hunt through wards of Heaven,
Call to uncoffined earth
" Where is this soul, unjudged, not given
Dole for good's dearth? "

And I, lying so safe
Within you, hearing all,
To have cheated God shall laugh,
Freed by your thrall.




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