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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
38. Nineteen-Fourteen
III. The Dead
By Rupert Brooke
BLOW out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
  There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,
  But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
These laid the world away; poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be        5
  Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene
  That men call age; and those who would have been
Their sons they gave, their immortality.
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
  Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain.        10
Honor has come back, as a king, to earth,
  And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
  And we have come into our heritage.


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