Rupert Brooke Poems
|105.||Busy Heart, The||12/31/2002|
|108.||Beauty and Beauty||5/10/2001|
|110.||And love has changed to kindliness||12/31/2002|
|111.||A Memory (From A Sonnet- Sequence)||5/10/2001|
|112.||A Letter to a Live Poet||5/10/2001|
|113.||A Channel Passage||5/10/2001|
|114.||1914 V: The Soldier||1/3/2003|
|115.||1914 IV: The Dead||1/3/2003|
|116.||1914 III: The Dead||1/3/2003|
|117.||1914 II: Safety||1/3/2003|
|118.||1914 I: Peace||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.