Poems of Rupert Brooke
|43.||III. The Dead||12/31/2002|
|45.||IV. The Dead||12/31/2002|
|47.||Jolly Company, The||12/31/2002|
|50.||Life Beyond, The||12/31/2002|
|51.||Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia||12/31/2002|
|53.||Mary and Gabriel||12/31/2002|
|54.||Menelaus and Helen||12/31/2002|
|57.||Night Journey, The||12/31/2002|
|58.||Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour||1/13/2003|
|59.||Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire||1/13/2003|
|60.||Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester||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.