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    The Complete Poems of Rupert Brooke
    The Complete Poems of Rupert Brooke
    The Complete Poems of Rupert Brooke
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    The Complete Poems of Rupert Brooke

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    This volume contains the complete poetical works of Rupert Brooke.

    Brooke's beautifully haunting poetry will appeal to all keen poetry lovers, but will be of special value to those with an interest in war poetry, and specifically poetry relating to the First World War.

    This wonderful volume makes for a worthy addition to any bookshelf, and is not to be missed by collectors of Brooke's seminal work.

    The poems contained herein include:
      - Second Best
      - Day that I have Loved
      - Sleeping Out - Full Moon
      - In Examination
      - Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
      - Wagne'r
      - The Vision of the Archangels
      - Seaside On the Death of Smet-Smet
      - The Song of the Pilgrims

    Rupert Chawner Brooke (1887 – 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World War, especially 'The Soldier'.

    This volume was first published in 1914, and is being republished now complete with a new specially commissioned biography of the author.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRead Books Ltd.
    Release dateApr 16, 2013
    ISBN9781447488125
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      The Complete Poems of Rupert Brooke - Rupert Brooke

      POEMS 1905-1911

      1905–1908

      SECOND BEST

      Here in the dark, O heart;

      Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,

      And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;

      Clear-visioned, though it break you; far apart

      From the dead best, the dear and old delight;

      Throw down your dreams of immortality,

      O faithful, O foolish lover!

      Here’s peace for you, and surety; here the one

      Wisdom—the truth!—‘All day the good glad sun

      Showers love and labour on you, wine and song;

      The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day long

      Till night.’ And night ends all things.

      Then shall be

      No lamp relumed in heaven, no voices crying,

      Or changing lights, or dreams and forms that hover!

      (And, heart, for all your sighing,

      That gladness and those tears are over, over. . . .)

      And has the truth brought no new hope at all,

      Heart, that you’re weeping yet for Paradise?

      Do they still whisper, the old weary cries?

      ‘ ’Mid youth and song, feasting and carnival,

      Through laughter, through the roses, as of old

      Comes Death, on shadowy and relentless feet,

      Death, unappeasable by prayer or gold;

      Death is the end, the end!’

      Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet

      Death as a friend!’

      Exile of immortality, strongly wise,

      Strain through the dark with undesirous eyes

      To what may lie beyond it. Sets your star,

      O heart, for ever! Yet, behind the night,

      Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,

      Some white tremendous daybreak. And the light,

      Returning, shall give back the golden hours,

      Ocean a windless level, Earth a lawn

      Spacious and full of sunlit dancing-places,

      And laughter, and music, and, among the flowers,

      The gay child-hearts of men, and the child-faces,

      O heart, in the great dawn!

      1908.

      DAY THAT I HAVE LOVED

      Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,

      And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.

      The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.

      I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,

      Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea’s making

      Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned.

      There you’ll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking;

      And over the unmoving sea, without a sound,

      Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight,

      Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the fargleaming

      And marble sand. . . .

      Beyond the shifting cold twilight,

      Further than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,

      There’ll be no port, no dawn-lit islands! But the drear

      Waste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep.

      Oh, the last fire—and you, unkissed, unfriended there!

      Oh, the lone way’s red ending, and we not there to weep!

      (We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,

      Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,

      Came happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,

      High on the downs at dawn!) Void now and tenebrous,

      The grey sands curve before me. . . .

      From the inland meadows,

      Fragrant of June and clover, floats the dark, and fills

      The hollow sea’s dead face with little creeping shadows,

      And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.

      Close in the nest is folded every weary wing,

      Hushed all the joyful voices; and we, who held you dear,

      Eastward we turn and homeward, alone, remembering . . .

      Day that I loved, day that I loved, the Night is here!

      SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON

      They sleep within. . . .

      I cower to the earth, I waking, I only.

      High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.

      We have slept too long, who can hardly win

      The white one flame, and the night-long crying;

      The viewless passers; the world’s low sighing

      With desire, with yearning,

      To the fire unburning,

      To the heatless fire, to the flameless ecstasy! . . .

      Helpless I lie.

      And around me the feet of thy watchers tread.

      There is a rumour and a radiance of wings above my head,

      An intolerable radiance of wings. . . .

      All the earth grows fire,

      White lips of desire

      Brushing cool on the forehead, croon slumbrous things.

      Earth fades; and the air is thrilled with ways,

      Dewy paths full of comfort. And radiant bands,

      The gracious presence of friendly hands,

      Help the blind one, the glad one, who stumbles and strays,

      Stretching wavering hands, up, up, through the praise

      Of a myriad silver trumpets, through cries,

      To all glory, to all gladness, to the infinite height,

      To the gracious, the unmoving, the mother eyes,

      And the laughter, and the lips, of light.

      August 1908.

      IN EXAMINATION

      Lo! from quiet skies

      In through the window my Lord the Sun!

      And my eyes

      Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold,

      The golden glory that drowned and crowned me

      Eddied and swayed through the room . . .

      Around me,

      To left and to right,

      Hunched figures and old,

      Dull blear-eyed scribbling fools, grew fair,

      Ringed round and haloed with holy light.

      Flame lit on their hair,

      And their burning eyes grew young and wise,

      Each as a God, or King of kings,

      White-robed and bright

      (Still scribbling all);

      And a full tumultuous murmur of wings

      Grew through the hall;

      And I knew the white undying Fire,

      And, through open portals,

      Gyre on gyre,

      Archangels and angels, adoring, bowing,

      And a Face unshaded. . . .

      Till the light faded;

      And they were but fools again, fools unknowing,

      Still scribbling, blear-eyed and stolid immortals.

      10 November 1908.

      PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING

      I’d watched the sorrow of the evening sky,

      And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover,

      And heard the waves, and the seagull’s mocking cry.

      And in them all was only the old cry,

      That song they always sing—‘The best is over!

      You may remember now, and think,

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