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by Rupert Brooke

 

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Passions in Poetry Home > All Poems > Classic Poetry > Rupert Brooke > Sonnet: Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour Sonnet: Now, God Be Thanked Who Has Matched Us With His Hour
Rupert Brooke
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Sonnet
by Rupert Brooke

Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,
One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,
And tremble. And I shall know that you have died.
And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam -
Most individual and bewildering ghost! -
And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.

 

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