|Rupert Brooke (18871915). Collected Poems. 1916.|
(From the train between Bologna and Milan, second class.)
OPPOSITE me two Germans snore and sweat.
| Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar.|
|We have been here for ever: even yet|
| A dim watch tells two hours, two aeons, more.|
|The windows are tight-shut and slimy-wet|| 5|
| With a nights ftor. There are two hours more;|
|Two hours to dawn and Milan; two hours yet.|
|Opposite me two Germans sweat and snore.
|One of them wakes, and spits, and sleeps again.|
| The darkness shivers. A wan light through the rain|| 10|
|Strikes on our faces, drawn and white. Somewhere|
| A new day sprawls; and, inside, the foul air|
| Is chill, and damp, and fouler than before.
|Opposite me two Germans sweat and snore.|