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. Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
2. The Song of the Beasts
3. Wagner
4. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
5. The Dance

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1850

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