Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) - Poem by Rupert Brooke

Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
Softly along the dim way to your room,
And found you sleeping in the quiet gloom,
And holiness about you as you slept.
I knelt there; till your waking fingers crept
About my head, and held it. I had rest
Unhoped this side of Heaven, beneath your breast.
I knelt a long time, still; nor even wept.

It was great wrong you did me; and for gain
Of that poor moment's kindliness, and ease,
And sleepy mother-comfort!
Child, you know
How easily love leaps out to dreams like these,
Who has seen them true. And love that's wakened so
Takes all too long to lay asleep again.


Comments about A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence) by Rupert Brooke

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (4/13/2016 11:04:00 PM)

    How easily love leaps out of dreams like these,
    Who has seen them true.
    Marvelous expression. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Moira Cameron Moira Cameron (4/13/2016 3:05:00 PM)

    It is a painful, but magical and wonderful experience to have a dream like this when one has suffered a great loss. Visitation dreams can aid the grieving process. Powerful poem... (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (4/13/2016 12:38:00 PM)

    Hoe easily love leaps out to dreams like these..... A very tender poem. (Report) Reply

  • Dhaya Varghese Dhaya Varghese (4/13/2016 10:09:00 AM)

    this is a ood poemg (Report) Reply

  • John Richter (4/13/2016 8:29:00 AM)

    A poem of grief. Sadness in it's realm of deep love, by loss of mother I presume. Beautiful reflection of how our dreams never forget the strength of love. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (4/13/2016 7:57:00 AM)

    .....so beautiful....a special memory ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2001


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