The Dead

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The Dead (1:17)

Rupert Brooke 

performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode

  These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

    Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.

  The years had given them kindness.  Dawn was theirs,

    And sunset, and the colours of the earth.

  These had seen movement, and heard music; known

    Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;

  Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;

    Touched flowers and furs, and cheeks.  All this is ended.

  There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter

  And lit by the rich skies, all day.  And after,

    Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance

  And wandering loveliness.  He leaves a white

    Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,

  A width, a shining peace, under the night.