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Just now the lilac is in bloom	A
All before my little room	A
And in my flower beds I think	B
Smile the carnation and the pink	B
And down the borders well I know	C
The poppy and the pansy blow	C
Oh there the chestnuts summer through	D
Beside the river make for you	D
A tunnel of green gloom and sleep	E
Deeply above and green and deep	E
The stream mysterious glides beneath	F
Green as a dream and deep as death	G
Oh damn I know it and I know	C
How the May fields all golden show	C
And when the day is young and sweet	H
Gild gloriously the bare feet	H
That run to bathe	I
'Du lieber Gott '	J
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Here am I sweating sick and hot	K
And there the shadowed waters fresh	L
Lean up to embrace the naked flesh	L
Temperamentvoll German Jews	M
Drink beer around and THERE the dews	M
Are soft beneath a morn of gold	N
Here tulips bloom as they are told	N
Unkempt about those hedges blows	O
An English unofficial rose	O
And there the unregulated sun	P
Slopes down to rest when day is done	P
And wakes a vague unpunctual star	Q
A slippered Hesper and there are	Q
Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton	P
Where das Betreten's not verboten	P
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ei' qe genoi mhn would I were	R
In Grantchester in Grantchester	R
Some it may be can get in touch	S
With Nature there or Earth or such	S
And clever modern men have seen	P
A Faun a peeping through the green	P
And felt the Classics were not dead	T
To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head	T
Or hear the Goat foot piping low	C
But these are things I do not know	C
I only know that you may lie	U
Day long and watch the Cambridge sky	U
And flower lulled in sleepy grass	V
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass	V
Until the centuries blend and blur	R
In Grantchester in Grantchester	R
Still in the dawnlit waters cool	W
His ghostly Lordship swims his pool	W
And tries the strokes essays the tricks	X
Long learnt on Hellespont or Styx	X
Dan Chaucer hears his river still	Y
Chatter beneath a phantom mill	Y
Tennyson notes with studious eye	U
How Cambridge waters hurry by	U
And in that garden black and white	Z
Creep whispers through the grass all night	Z
And spectral dance before the dawn	P
A hundred Vicars down the lawn	P
Curates long dust will come and go	C
On lissom clerical printless toe	C
And oft between the boughs is seen	P
The sly shade of a Rural Dean	P
Till at a shiver in the skies	A2
Vanishing with Satanic cries	A2
The prim ecclesiastic rout	B2
Leaves but a startled sleeper out	B2
Grey heavens the first bird's drowsy calls	C2
The falling house that never falls	C2
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God I will pack and take a train	P
And get me to England once again	P
For England's the one land I know	C
Where men with Splendid Hearts may go	C
And Cambridgeshire of all England	D2
The shire for Men who Understand	E2
And of THAT district I prefer	R
The lovely hamlet Grantchester	R
For Cambridge people rarely smile	F2
Being urban squat and packed with guile	F2
And Royston men in the far South	G2
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth	G2
At Over they fling oaths at one	P
And worse than oaths at Trumpington	P
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty	H2
And there's none in Harston under thirty	H2
And folks in Shelford and those parts	I2
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts	I2
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes	J2
And Coton's full of nameless crimes	J2
And things are done you'd not believe	K2
At Madingley on Christmas Eve	K2
Strong men have run for miles and miles	L2
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles	L2
Strong men have blanched and shot their wives	M2
Rather than send them to St Ives	M2
Strong men have cried like babes bydam	A
To hear what happened at Babraham	A
But Grantchester ah Grantchester	R
There's peace and holy quiet there	R
Great clouds along pacific skies	A2
And men and women with straight eyes	A2
Lithe children lovelier than a dream	A
A bosky wood a slumbrous stream	A
And little kindly winds that creep	E
Round twilight corners half asleep	E
In Grantchester their skins are white	Z
They bathe by day they bathe by night	Z
The women there do all they ought	N2
The men observe the Rules of Thought	N2
They love the Good they worship Truth	O2
They laugh uproariously in youth	O2
And when they get to feeling old	N
They up and shoot themselves I'm told	N
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Ah God to see the branches stir	R
Across the moon at Grantchester	R
To smell the thrilling sweet and rotten	P
Unforgettable unforgotten	P
River smell and hear the breeze	P2
Sobbing in the little trees	P2
Say do the elm clumps greatly stand	E2
Still guardians of that holy land	E2
The chestnuts shade in reverend dream	A
The yet unacademic stream	A
Is dawn a secret shy and cold	N
Anadyomene silver gold	N
And sunset still a golden sea	H2
From Haslingfield to Madingley	F2
And after ere the night is born	P
Do hares come out about the corn	P
Oh is the water sweet and cool	F2
Gentle and brown above the pool	F2
And laughs the immortal river still	F2
Under the mill under the mill	F2
Say is there Beauty yet to find	Q2
And Certainty and Quiet kind	Q2
Deep meadows yet for to forget	R2
The lies and truths and pain oh yet	R2
Stands the Church clock at ten to three	H2
And is there honey still for tea	H2

Rupert Brooke

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