When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
After -- after --
Where Beauty and Beauty met,
Earth's still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,
And shreds of shadowy laughter;
Not the tears that fill the years
After -- after --
More verses by Rupert Brooke
- 1914 Iv: The Dead
- 1914 I: Peace
- 1914 V: The Soldier
- Mummia
- Sonnet: Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire