Poems of Rupert Brooke
|101.||The Song of the Pilgrims||1/3/2003|
|103.||The Vision of the Archangels||1/3/2003|
|105.||The Way That Lovers Use||1/3/2003|
|107.||There's Wisdom In Women||12/31/2002|
|108.||Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body||12/31/2002|
|110.||Town and Country||12/31/2002|
|113.||V. The Soldier||12/31/2002|
|115.||Vision Of The Archangels, The||12/31/2002|
|119.||Way That Lovers Use, The||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.