Moses, from whose loins I sprung, <br />Lit by a lamp in his blood <br />Ten immutable rules, a moon <br />For mutable lampless men. <br /> <br />The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy, <br />With the same heaving blood, <br />Keep tide to the moon of Moses. <br />Then why do they sneer at me?<br /><br />Isaac Rosenberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jew/
