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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915).  Collected Poems. 1916.
  
II. 1908–1911
23. Finding
  
FROM the candles and dumb shadows,
  And the house where love had died,
I stole to the vast moonlight
  And the whispering life outside.
But I found no lips of comfort,        5
  No home in the moon’s light
(I, little and lone and frightened
  In the unfriendly night),
And no meaning in the voices.…
  Far over the lands and through       10
The dark, beyond the ocean,
  I willed to think of you!
For I knew, had you been with me
  I’d have known the words of night,
Found peace of heart, gone gladly       15
  In comfort of that light.
  
Oh! the wind with soft beguiling
  Would have stolen my thought away;
And the night, subtly smiling,
  Came by the silver way;       20
And the moon came down and danced to me,
  And her robe was white and flying;
And trees bent their heads to me
  Mysteriously crying;
And dead voices wept around me;       25
  And dead soft fingers thrilled;
And the little gods whispered.…
    But ever
  Desperately I willed;
Till all grew soft and far       30
  And silent.…
    And suddenly
I found you white and radiant,
  Sleeping quietly,
Far out through the tides of darkness.       35
  And I there in that great light
Was alone no more, nor fearful;
  For there, in the homely night,
Was no thought else that mattered,
  And nothing else was true,       40
But the white fire of moonlight,
  And a white dream of you.

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