Rupert Brooke (18871915). Collected Poems. 1916. |
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VI. Other Poems |
3. Unfortunate |
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HEART, you are restless as a paper scrap | |
Thats tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; | |
Saying, She is most wise, patient and kind. | |
Between the small hands folded in her lap | |
Surely a shamed head may bow down at length, | 5 |
And find forgiveness where the shadows stir | |
About her lips, and wisdom in her strength, | |
Peace in her peace. Come to her, come to her!
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She will not care. Shell smile to see me come, | |
So that I think all Heaven in flower to fold me. | 10 |
Shell give me all I ask, kiss me and hold me, | |
And open wide upon that holy air | |
The gates of peace, and take my tiredness home, | |
Kinder than God. But, heart, she will not care. | |
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