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Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук) * * * Sometimes even now I may Steal a prisoner's holiday, Slip, when all is worst, the bands, Hurry back, and duck beneath Time's old tyrannous groping hands, Speed away with laughing breath Back to all I'll never know, Back to you, a year ago. Truant there, from Time and Pain, What I had, I find again: Sunlight in the boughs above, Sunlight in your hair and dress, The Hands too proud for all but Love, The Lips of utter kindliness, The Heart of bravery swift and clean Where the best was safe, I knew, And laughter in the gold and green, And song, and friends, and ever you With smiling and familiar eyes, You--but friendly: you--but true. And Innocence accounted wise, And Faith the fool, the pitiable, Love so rare, one would swear All of earth for ever well-- Careless lips and flying hair, And little things I may not tell. It does but double the heart-ache When I wake, when I wake. 1912 (?) Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
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