Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)
The Treasure
When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose:-- Still may Time hold some golden space Where I'll unpack that scented store Of song and flower and sky and face, And count, and touch, and turn them o'er, Musing upon them; as a mother, who Has watched her children all the rich day through Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light, When children sleep, ere night.
Rupert Chawner Brooke’s other poems:
- The One Before the Last
- The Way That Lovers Use
- Song (The way of love was thus)
- The True Beatitude
- On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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