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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WAYFARERS, by RUPERT BROOKE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Last Line: Into the waste we know not, into the night? Subject(s): Soldiers' Writings | |||
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace; The long road then, unlit by your faint smile. Ah! the long road! and you so far away! Oh, I'll remember! but . . . each crawling day Will pale a little your scarlet lips,ds we know, Some gaunt eventual limit of our light, In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll go Together, hand in hand again, out there, Into the waste we know not, into the night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN PICCADILLY by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG NIGHT AND DAY: 1. IN THE WORKSHOP by ISAAC ROSENBERG KILLED IN ACTION by ISAAC ROSENBERG LOVE AND LUST by ISAAC ROSENBERG MIDSUMMER FROST (1) by ISAAC ROSENBERG 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE |
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