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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915).  Collected Poems. 1916.
  
Index of First Lines

Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate
All suddenly the wind comes soft
As those of old drank mummia
 
Because God put His adamantine fate
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill
 
Come away! Come away!
Creeps in half wanton, half asleep
 
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
Down the blue night the unending columns press
 
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June
For moveless limbs no pity I crave
From the candles and dumb shadows
 
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
Here in the dark, O heart
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood
Here, where love’s stuff is body, arm and side
He wakes, who never thought to wake again
Hot through Troy’s ruin Menelaus broke
How can we find? how can we rest? how can
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will
 
I Dreamt I was in love again
I’d watched the sorrow of the evening sky
I came back late and tired last night
If I should die, think only this of me
I have been so great a lover: filled my days
I have peace to weigh your worth, now all is over
In a cool curving world he lies
In a flowered dell the Lady Venus stood
In darkness the loud sea makes moan
In the grey tumult of these after years
In your arms was still delight
I said I splendidly loved you; it’s not true
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place
I think if you had loved me when I wanted
 
Just now the lilac is in bloom
 
Lo! from quiet skies
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate
 
Mamua, when our laughter ends
My restless blood now lies a-quiver
 
Not with vain tears, when we’re beyond the sun
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour
Now that we’ve done our best and worst, and parted
 
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Oh love is fair, and love is rare; my dear one she said
Oh! Love, they said, is King of Kings
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat
Out of the nothingness of sleep
 
Safe in the magic of my woods
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends
Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band
Swings the way still by hollow and hill
 
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick
The day that Youth had died
There was a damned successful Poet
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
The stars, a jolly company
The way that lovers use is this
They sleep within
They say there’s a high windless world and strange
Through my heart’s palace Thoughts unnumbered throng
Today I have been happy. All the day
 
Voices out of the shade that cried
 
Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree
What light of unremembered skies
When colour goes home into the eyes
When Beauty and Beauty meet
When I see you, who were so wise and cool
When love has changed to kindliness
When she sleeps, her soul, I know
When the white flame in us in gone
When you were there, and you, and you
 
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way
Your hands, my dear, adorable


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