Rupert Chawner Brooke (Руперт Брук)
The Wayfarers
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, each mile
Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.
...Do you think there's a far border town, somewhere,
The desert's edge, last of the lands 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?
Rupert Chawner Brooke’s other poems:
- The One Before the Last
- Song (The way of love was thus)
- The Way That Lovers Use
- On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess
- Fafaia
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