| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (18731953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 141. Rupert Brooke |
| | | In Memoriam |
| | | By Moray Dalton |
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| I NEVER knew you save as all men know | |
| Twitter of mating birds, flutter of wings | |
| In April coverts, and the streams that flow | |
| One of the happy voices of our Springs. | |
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| A voice for ever stilled, a memory, | 5 |
| Since you went eastward with the fighting ships, | |
| A hero of the great new Odyssey, | |
| And God has laid His finger on your lips. | |
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