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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915).  Collected Poems. 1916.
  
II. 1908–1911
29. Victory
  
ALL night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
  Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.
  Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,
Alone, serene beyond all love or hate,
Terror or triumph, were content to wait,        5
  We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly
  Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high,
One horseman, downward to the earth’s low gate.
  
Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living,
  Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung,       10
Into the open. Down the supernal roads,
  With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,
Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,
  Thundered the black battalions of the Gods.

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