John Drinkwater

Rupert Brooke

(Died April 23. 1915)

To-day I have talked with old Euripides;
 
Shakespeare this morning sang for my content
Of chimney-sweepers; through the Carian trees
 
Comes beating still the nightingales’ lament;
The Tabard ales to-day are freshly brewed;
 
Wordsworth is with me, mounting Loughrigg Fell;
All timeless deaths in Lycid are renewed,
 
And basils blossom yet for Isabel.
 
Quick thoughts are these; they do not pass;
they gave
 
Only to death such little, casual things
As are the noteless levies of the grave, —
 
Sad flesh, weak verse, and idle marketings.
So my mortality for yours complains,
While our immortal fellowship remains.
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