Rupert Brooke

Warwickshire / England
Rupert Brooke
Warwickshire / England
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Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper,
Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies,
Incense of dirges, prayers that are as holy myrrh.

Ah, goddess, on thy throne of tears and faint low sighs,
Weary at last to theeward come the feet that err,
And empty hearts grown tired of the world's vanities.

How fair this cool deep silence to a wanderer
Deaf with the roar of winds along the open skies!
Sweet, after sting and bitter kiss of sea-water,
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Ah, goddess, on thy throne of tears and faint low sighs, Weary at last to theeward come the feet that err, And empty hearts grown tired of the world's vanities. Rupert Brooke's prayers and hymns makes a deep impact.
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Tom Allport 10 May 2017
a poem seeking a true treasure more precious than gold? ? ..........well written
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Deep silence...... thanks for posting.....
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Edward Kofi Louis 10 May 2017
Before the shrine i kneel! ! Thanks for sharing.
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