John Gillespie Magee - Sonnet To Rupert Brooke

John Gillespie Magee - Sonnet To Rupert Brooke

We laid him in a cool and shadowed grove br One evening in the dreamy scent of thyme br Where leaves were green, and whispered high above — br A grave as humble as it was sublime; br There, dreaming in the fading deeps of light — br The hands that thrilled to touch a woman's hair; br Brown eyes, that loved the Day, and looked on Night, br A soul that found at last its answered Prayer... br There daylight, as a dust, slips through the trees. br And drifting, gilds the fern around his grave — br Where even now, perhaps, the evening breeze br Steals shyly past the tomb of him who gave br New sight to blinded eyes; who sometimes wept — br A short time dearly loved; and after, — slept.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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