| Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916. |
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| VI. Other Poems |
| 5. Home |
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| I CAME back late and tired last night | |
| Into my little room, | |
| To the long chair and the firelight | |
| And comfortable gloom. | |
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| But as I entered softly in | 5 |
| I saw a woman there, | |
| The line of neck and cheek and chin, | |
| The darkness of her hair, | |
| The form of one I did not know | |
| Sitting in my chair. | 10 |
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| I stood a moment fierce and still, | |
| Watching her neck and hair. | |
| I made a step to her; and saw | |
| That there was no one there. | |
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| It was some trick of the firelight | 15 |
| That made me see her there. | |
| It was a chance of shade and light | |
| And the cushion in the chair. | |
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| Oh, all you happy over the earth, | |
| That night, how could I sleep? | 20 |
| I lay and watched the lonely gloom; | |
| And watched the moonlight creep | |
| From wall to basin, round the room, | |
| All night I could not sleep. | |
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