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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915).  Collected Poems. 1916.
  
V. The South Seas
12. Sonnet
  
(Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research)


NOT with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun,
  We’ll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread
  Those dusty high-roads of the aimless dead
Plaintive for Earth; but rather turn and run
Down some close-covered by-way of the air,        5
  Some low sweet alley between wind and wind,
  Stoop under faint gleams, thread the shadows, find
Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there
  
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
  Think each in each, immediately wise;       10
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
  What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
  And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.

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