Rupert Brooke Quotations

.. . . would I were In Grantchester, in Grantchester!

In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

Yet, behind the night, Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar, Some white tremendous daybreak.

Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond; But is there anything Beyond?

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?

Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Oh! death will find me, long before I tire Of watching for you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!

Mud unto mud!--Death eddies near-- Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime!