Day That I Have Loved
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 fargleaming
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!
(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,
Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,
Come happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,
High on the downs at dawn!) 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!
--Rupert Brooke--
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 fargleaming
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!
(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,
Lovely and secret as a child. You came with us,
Come happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,
High on the downs at dawn!) 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!
--Rupert Brooke--
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- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 103 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "What's the point of living until you've found something to die for?".
- I am a 16 year old girl (South Africa)
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Your beauty brings me to my knees
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My Poetry
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Thou still and silent despair, / Purple ribbons, which decorate my skin / With memories. / Of love and crimson sorrow kin, / You free me from the fire within. / Set me free. / Melodies of reminiscence sing,
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I approach your bruised figure, / Pale in the hazy moonlight, / Gripped by a longing to reach out / And caress your tender spirit, / Cold in the icy half-light / Of death’s river, / I turn your face to mine / An
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Is anybody listening? / Can anybody hear my screams? / My world is crashing down / On my shoulders, / And there’s no one to blame but me. / Somebody deliver me / From my systematic state of mind. / My luci
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Slicing through the cold of the winter
Which had thrived inside me
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deadbeatheart : hey on December 9, 2007hows things i like nev er come on here but i'll try to say hi anyway...]
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Roadkill Crisis on July 30, 2006dude thats so weird! cool tho
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Kari on July 30, 2006lol my former name was MistressBloodLust and my msn name is MistressBloodLust...i just thought that was weird
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