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Poem by Rupert Chawner Brooke


All night the ways of Heaven were desolate,
   Long roads across a gleaming empty sky.
   Outcast and doomed and driven, you and I,
Alone, serene beyond all love or hate,
Terror or triumph, were content to wait,
   We, silent and all-knowing. Suddenly
   Swept through the heaven low-crouching from on high,
One horseman, downward to the earth's low gate.

Oh, perfect from the ultimate height of living,
    Lightly we turned, through wet woods blossom-hung,
Into the open. Down the supernal roads,
    With plumes a-tossing, purple flags far flung,
Rank upon rank, unbridled, unforgiving,
    Thundered the black battalions of the Gods. 

Rupert Chawner Brooke

Rupert Chawner Brooke's other poems:
  1. Fragment on Painters
  2. I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True
  3. Song (Oh! Love, they said)
  4. The Dance
  5. Sleeping Out: Full Moon

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Madison Cawein Victory ("Though dead the flower")
  • Henry Lawson Victory ("The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride")

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