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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Brooke (August 3, 1887April 23, 1915) was an English poet.

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  • We are earth’s best,
    that learnt her lesson here,
    Life is our cry.
    We have kept the faith!
    And when we die,
    All’s over that is ours;
    and life burns on
    Through other lovers, other lips,
    Heart of my heart,
    heaven is now, is won!
  • Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
    Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
    Into the shade and loneliness and mire
    Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,
    One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
    See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
    And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
    And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,
    And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
    Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
    Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam—
    Most individual and bewildering ghost!—
    And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
    Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.
  • And in my flower-beds,
    I think,
    Smile the carnation
    and the pink.
    • "The Old Vicarage; Granchester" (1912)
  • If I should die think only this of me:
    That there's some corner of a foreign field
    That is for ever England.
    • "The Soldier" (1914)

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