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Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

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
 Of song and flower and sky and face,
   And count, and touch, and turn them o'er,
 Musing upon them; as a mother, who
 Has watched her children all the rich day through
 Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light,
 When children sleep, ere night.

Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
  1. Song (The way of love was thus)
  2. The Great Lover
  3. The Dance
  4. The One Before the Last
  5. The Funeral of Youth: Threnody

Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Alice Meynell (Элис Мейнелл) The Treasure ("Three times have I beheld")

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