The Wayfarers (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
When she sleeps, her soul, I know, Goes a wanderer on the air, Wings where I may never go, Leaves ...
From the candles and dumb shadows, And the house where love had died, I stole to the vast moonlight And ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
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