| Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916. |
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| V. The South Seas |
| 6. There’s Wisdom in Women |
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| “OH love is fair, and love is rare;” my dear one she said, | |
| “But love goes lightly over.” I bowed her foolish head, | |
| And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child was she; | |
| So new to love, so true to love, and she spoke so bitterly. | |
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| But there’s wisdom in women, of more than they have known, | 5 |
| And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own, | |
| Or how should my dear one, being ignorant and young, | |
| Have cried on love so bitterly, with so true a tongue? | |
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