Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

61. Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour 1/13/2003
62. Night Journey, The 12/31/2002
63. Mutability 12/31/2002
64. Mummia 12/31/2002
65. Menelaus and Helen 12/31/2002
66. Mary and Gabriel 12/31/2002
67. Love 12/31/2002
68. Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia 12/31/2002
69. Life Beyond, The 12/31/2002
70. Libido 12/31/2002
71. Kindliness 12/31/2002
72. Jolly Company, The 12/31/2002
73. Jealousy 12/31/2002
74. IV. The Dead 12/31/2002
75. In Examination 12/31/2002
76. III. The Dead 12/31/2002
77. II. Safety 12/31/2002
78. I. Peace 12/31/2002
79. Home 12/31/2002
80. Hill, The 12/31/2002

The Treasure

When colour goes home into the eyes,
And lights that shine are shut again
With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries
Behind the gateways of the brain;
And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose:—

Still may Time hold some golden space
Where I’ll unpack that scented store

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