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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915).  Collected Poems. 1916.
IV. 1914
6. 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        5
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,       10
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



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