Rupert Brooke (1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)
Poems of Rupert Brooke
|22.||Day And Night||5/10/2001|
|23.||Day That I Have Loved||12/31/2002|
|24.||Dead Men's Love||12/31/2002|
|33.||Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody||12/31/2002|
|34.||Goddess In The Wood, The||12/31/2002|
|35.||Great Lover, The||12/31/2002|
|37.||He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her||12/31/2002|
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
We have found safety with all things undying,
The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.