Rupert Brooke

Warwickshire / England
Rupert Brooke
Warwickshire / England
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Vision Of The Archangels, The

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Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world,
Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky,
Bearing, with quiet even steps, and great wings furled,
A little dingy coffin; where a child must lie,
It was so tiny. (Yet, you had fancied, God could never
Have bidden a child turn from the spring and the sunlight,
And shut him in that lonely shell, to drop for ever
Into the emptiness and silence, into the night. . . .)

They then from the sheer summit cast, and watched it fall,
Through unknown glooms, that frail black coffin -- and therein
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Dr Antony Theodore 02 May 2019
God's little pitiful Body lying, worn and thin, And curled up like some crumpled, lonely flower-petal - Till it was no more visible; then turned again With sorrowful quiet faces downward to the plain. original and strange thinking., , , , tony
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