| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 37. Nineteen-Fourteen |
| | | II. Safety |
| | | By Rupert Brooke |
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| DEAR! of all happy in the hour, most blest | |
| He who has found our hid security, | |
| Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest, | |
| And heard our word, “Who is so safe as we?” | |
| We have found safety with all things undying. | 5 |
| The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth, | |
| The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, | |
| And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth. | |
| We have built a house that is not for Time’s throwing. | |
| We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. | 10 |
| War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, | |
| Secretly armed against all death’s endeavor; | |
| Safe though all safety’s lost; safe where men fall; | |
| And if these poor limbs die, safest of all. | |
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