: Selected Poems by Brooke Rupert - English poetry 20th century

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SELECTED POEMS

London Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd. 3 Adam St., W.C. 1922

First Edition, March 1917 Second Impression, April 1917 Third Impression, May 1918 Fourth Impression, February 1919 Fifth Impression, January 1920 Sixth Impression, January 1922

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Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands. The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies. I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,

Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea's making Mist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned. There you'll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking; And over the unmoving sea, without a sound,

Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight, Us with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming And marble sand.... Beyond the shifting cold twilight, Further than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,

There'll be no port, no dawn-lit islands! But the drear Waste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep. Oh, the last fire--and you, unkissed, unfriended there! Oh, the lone way's red ending, and we not there to weep!

Void now and tenebrous,

The grey sands curve before me.... From the inland meadows, Fragrant of June and clover, floats the dark and fills The hollow sea's dead face with little creeping shadows, And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.

Close in the nest is folded every weary wing, Hushed all the joyful voices, and we, who held you dear, Eastward we turn and homeward, alone, remembering... Day that I loved, day that I loved, the Night is here!

SONG OF A TRIBE OF THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS

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