Rupert Brooke Poems
|2.||Way That Lovers Use, The||12/31/2002|
|6.||Vision Of The Archangels, The||12/31/2002|
|10.||Town and Country||12/31/2002|
|12.||Thoughts On The Shape Of The Human Body||12/31/2002|
|13.||There's Wisdom In Women||12/31/2002|
|15.||The Way That Lovers Use||1/3/2003|
|17.||The Vision of the Archangels||1/3/2003|
|19.||The Song of the Pilgrims||1/3/2003|
|20.||The Song of the Beasts||1/3/2003|
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
We have found safety with all things undying,
The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.