| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 39. Nineteen-Fourteen |
| | | IV. The Dead |
| | | By Rupert Brooke |
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| THESE hearts were woven of human joys and cares, | |
| Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. | |
| The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, | |
| And sunset, and the colors of the earth. | |
| These had seen movement, and heard music; known | 5 |
| Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; | |
| Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; | |
| Touched flowers and furs, and cheeks. All this is ended. | |
| There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter | |
| And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after, | 10 |
| Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance | |
| And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white | |
| Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, | |
| A width, a shining peace, under the night. | |
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