Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)

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 The way that lovers use is this;
   They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
 And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
   --So I have heard.

 They queerly find some healing so,
   And strange attainment in the touch;
 There is a secret lovers know,
   --I have read as much.

 And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
   Changing or ending, night or day;
 But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,
   --So lovers say.

1. Fafaia
2. Kindliness
3. The Vision of the Archangels
4. The Jolly Company
5. The Dance

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