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 1914
 AND OTHER POEMS
 BY RUPERT BROOKE

 LONDON

 SIDGWICK & JACKSON LIMITED

 3 ADAM STREET ADELPHI W.C.
 1915




 _Copyright 1915 by Sidgwick & Jackson Ltd.
 All rights reserved_

 PRINTED AT THE COMPLETE PRESS
 WEST NORWOOD
 LONDON




[Illustration: Rupert Brooke 1913]




 _By the same Author_
 POEMS
 (_Sidgwick & Jackson Ltd._)
    _First edition, 1911
    Reprinted 1913
     May 1915 (twice)_




RUPERT BROOKE

 Born at Rugby, August 3, 1887
 Fellow of King's, 1913
 Sub-Lieutenant, R.N.V.R., September 1914
 Antwerp Expedition, October 1914
 Sailed with British Mediterranean
   Expeditionary Force, February 28, 1915
 Died in the AEgean, April 23, 1915




These poems have appeared in _New Numbers_, the old _Poetry Review_,
_Poetry and Drama_, _Rhythm_, _The Blue Review_, _The New Statesman_,
_The Pall Mall Magazine_, and _Basileon_. Acknowledgements are due to
the Editors who have allowed them to be reprinted.

The Author had thought of publishing a volume of poems this spring,
but he did not prepare the present book for publication.

 _May 1915_                                      E. M.




CONTENTS


 1914

                                                PAGE

   I. PEACE                                      11
  II. SAFETY                                     12
 III. THE DEAD                                   13
  IV. THE DEAD                                   14
   V. THE SOLDIER                                15
 THE TREASURE                                    16


 THE SOUTH SEAS

 TIARE TAHITI                                    19
 RETROSPECT                                      22
 THE GREAT LOVER                                 24
 HEAVEN                                          27
 DOUBTS                                          29
 THERE'S WISDOM IN WOMEN                         30
 HE WONDERS WHETHER TO PRAISE OR TO BLAME HER    31
 A MEMORY                                        32
 ONE DAY                                         33
 WAIKIKI                                         34
 HAUNTINGS                                       35
 SONNET (_Suggested by some of the Proceedings
   of the Society for Psychical Research_)       36
 CLOUDS                                          37
 MUTABILITY                                      38


 OTHER POEMS

 THE BUSY HEART                                  41
 LOVE                                            42
 UNFORTUNATE                                     43
 THE CHILTERNS                                   44
 HOME                                            46
 THE NIGHT JOURNEY                               47
 SONG                                            49
 BEAUTY AND BEAUTY                               50
 THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE                         51
 MARY AND GABRIEL                                52
 THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH                            55


 GRANTCHESTER

 THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER                  59




1914




I. PEACE


 Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
   And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
 With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
   To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
 Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
   Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
 And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
   And all the little emptiness of love!

 Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
   Where there's no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
     Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
 Nothing to shake the laughing heart's long peace there
   But only agony, and that has ending;
     And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.




II. SAFETY


 Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
   He who has found our hid security,
 Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
   And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
 We have found safety with all things undying,
   The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
 The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
   And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
 We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.
   We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.
 War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,
   Secretly armed against all death's endeavour;
 Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall;
 And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.




III. THE DEAD


 Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
   There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
   But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
 These laid the world away; poured out the red
 Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
   Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
   That men call age; and those who would have been,
 Their sons, they gave, their immortality.

 Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
   Hol