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Poem by Rupert Chawner Brooke

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I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.
 Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.
On gods or fools the high risk falls -- on you --
 The clean clear bitter-sweet that's not for me.
Love soars from earth to ecstasies unwist.
 Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell.
But -- there are wanderers in the middle mist,
 Who cry for shadows, clutch, and cannot tell
Whether they love at all, or, loving, whom:
 An old song's lady, a fool in fancy dress,
Or phantoms, or their own face on the gloom;
 For love of Love, or from heart's loneliness.
Pleasure's not theirs, nor pain.  They doubt, and sigh,
 And do not love at all.  Of these am I.

Rupert Chawner Brooke

Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
  1. Lines Written in the Belief That the Ancient Roman Festival of the Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
  2. Fragment on Painters
  3. The Funeral of Youth: Threnody
  4. On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
  5. Song (All suddenly the wind comes soft)

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