(Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research)
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
Plaintive for Earth; but rather turn and run
Down some close-covered by-way of the air,
Some low sweet alley between wind and wind,
Stoop under faint gleams, thread the shadows, find
Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
Sonnet
Rupert Brooke
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Poem topics: away, feel, sun, earth, sweet, society, wise, hear, eternal, pure, ghost, high, body, Valentine's Day, wind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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