Beauty and Beauty
When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying sweet.
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
After--after--
Where Beauty and Beauty met.
Earth's still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,
And shreds of shadowy laughter;
Not the tears that fill the years
After--after--
Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke
4 comments:
Was he the poet who died in the war?
He's the man, he's the legend!
He's the man, he's the legend!
Has he any popular poem?
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