Poem by Rupert Chawner Brooke

Unfortunate

 Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap
   That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind;
   Saying, "She is most wise, patient and kind.
 Between the small hands folded in her lap
 Surely a shamed head may bow down at length,
   And find forgiveness where the shadows stir
 About her lips, and wisdom in her strength,
   Peace in her peace. Come to her, come to her!"...

 She will not care. She'll smile to see me come,
   So that I think all Heaven in flower to fold me.
   She'll give me all I ask, kiss me and hold me,
     And open wide upon that holy air
 The gates of peace, and take my tiredness home,
     Kinder than God. But, heart, she will not care.

1. The Great Lover
2. Seaside
3. The Jolly Company
4. The Dance
5. The One Before the Last

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