Rupert Brooke

(1887-1915 / Warwickshire / England)

Rupert Brooke Poems

81. Heaven 12/31/2002
82. He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her 12/31/2002
83. Hauntings 12/31/2002
84. Great Lover, The 12/31/2002
85. Goddess In The Wood, The 12/31/2002
86. Funeral Of Youth, The: Threnody 12/31/2002
87. Flight 12/31/2002
88. Fish, The 12/31/2002
89. Finding 12/31/2002
90. Failure 12/31/2002
91. Dust 12/31/2002
92. Doubts 12/31/2002
93. Dining-Room Tea 1/3/2003
94. Desertion 12/31/2002
95. Dead Men's Love 12/31/2002
96. Day That I Have Loved 12/31/2002
97. Day And Night 5/10/2001
98. Dawn 5/10/2001
99. Clouds 5/10/2001
100. Choriambics II 1/3/2003

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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