Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire

Poem by Rupert Brooke


Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,

One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,

And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam --
Most individual and bewildering ghost! --

And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.


Comments about Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire by Rupert Brooke

  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (5/2/2019 3:06:00 AM)

    One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
    See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
    And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
    And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, ...meditating on death, fine verses. tony(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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