Rupert Brooke Poems

  • 51.  
    These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
    Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
  • 52.  
    The stars, a jolly company,
    I envied, straying late and lonely;And cried upon their revelry:
  • 53.  
    Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
    There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
  • 54.  
    In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood,
    Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the gold of trees and sun
  • 55.  
    Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
    Made fair by one another for a while.Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
  • 56.  
    Safe in the magic of my woods
    I lay, and watched the dying light.Faint in the pale high solitudes,
  • 57.  
    Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
    Light-foot dance in the woods, whisper of life, woo me to wayfaring;Ah! not now should you come, now when the road beckons,
  • 58.  
    Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree
    Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes Somewhere an ‘eukaleli' thrills and cries
  • 59.  
    Creeps in half wanton, half asleep,
    One with a fat wide hairless face.He likes love-music that is cheap;
  • 60.  
    All night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
    Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,
  • 61.  
    Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
    That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, “She is most wise, patient and kind.
  • 62.  
    Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side
    Are stabbing-sweet ‘gainst chair and lamp and wall.In every touch more intimate meanings hide;
  • 63.  
    Mamua, when our laughter ends,
    And hearts and bodies, brown as white,Are dust about the doors of friends,
  • 64.  
    How can we find? how can we rest? how can
    We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man?We, the gaunt zanies of a witless Fate,
  • 65.  
    “Oh love is fair, and love is rare;” my dear one she said,
    “But love goes lightly over.” I bowed her foolish head,And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she;
  • 66.  
    Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
    Made fair by one another for a while.Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;
  • 67.  
    The way that lovers use is this;
    They bow, catch hands, with never a word,And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
  • 68.  
    Safe in the magic of my woods
    I lay, and watched the dying light.Faint in the pale high solitudes,
  • 69.  
    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,
  • 70.  
    They say when the Great Prompter's hand shall ring
    Down the last curtain upon earth and sea, All the Good Mimes will have eternity
  • 71.  
    When colour goes home into the eyes,
    And lights that shine are shut againWith dancing girls and sweet birds' cries
  • 72.  
    (Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set,
    they sing this beneath the trees.)
  • 73.  
    (Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.)

  • 74.  
    If I should die, think only this of me:
    That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall be
  • 75.  
    I dreamt I was in love again
    With the One Before the Last,And smiled to greet the pleasant pain
  • 76.  
    Just now the lilac is in bloom,
    All before my little room;And in my flower-beds, I think,
  • 77.  
    Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
    The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies.Beyond the great-swung arc o' the roof, divine,
  • 78.  
    All in the town were still asleep,
    When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the lonely streets unseen by man,
  • 79.  
    He wakes, who never thought to wake again,
    Who held the end was Death. He opens eyesSlowly, to one long livid oozing plain
  • 80.  
    The stars, a jolly company,
    I envied, straying late and lonely;And cried upon their revelry:
  • 81.  
    Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
    Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy we pass;
  • 82.  
    I have been so great a lover: filled my days
    So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise,The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
  • 83.  
    In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood,
    Amazed with sorrow. Down the morning one Far golden horn in the gold of trees and sun
  • 84.  
    The day that youth had died,
    There came to his grave-side,In decent mourning, from the country's ends,
  • 85.  
    In a cool curving world he lies
    And ripples with dark ecstasies.The kind luxurious lapse and steal
  • 86.  
    These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
    Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
  • 87.  
    Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
    There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
  • 88.  
    A Song

  • 89.  
    Your hands, my dear, adorable,
    Your lips of tenderness-Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well,
  • 90.  
    In darkness the loud sea makes moan;
    And earth is shaken, and all evils creepAbout her ways.
  • 91.  
    Out of the nothingness of sleep,
    The slow dreams of Eternity,There was a thunder on the deep:
  • 92.  
    Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,
    I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)
  • 93.  
    Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
    And seek you again through the world's far ends,You whom I found so fair
  • 94.  
    I think if you had loved me when I wanted;
    If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes,And found my wild sick blasphemous prayer granted,
  • 95.  
    Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun,
    We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads of the aimless dead
  • 96.  
    Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights
    Of heart and eye. They stood on supreme heights.
  • 97.  
    (The Priests within the Temple)
    She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.She was lustful and lewd?-but a God; we had none other.
  • 98.  
    The way of love was thus.
    He was born one winter mornWith hands delicious,
  • 99.  
    All suddenly the wind comes soft,
    And Spring is here again;And the hawthorn quickens with buds of green,
  • 100.  
    “Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings,
    And Triumph is his crown.Earth fades in flame before his wings,
Total 151 poems written by Rupert Brooke

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