Rupert Brooke

The Way That Lovers Use

THE WAY that lovers use is this;  
 They bow, catch hands, with never a word,  
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,  
 —So I have heard.  
 
They queerly find some healing so,      
 And strange attainment in the touch;  
There is a secret lovers know,  
 —I have read as much.  
 
And theirs no longer joy nor smart,  
 Changing or ending, night or day;          
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,  
 —So lovers say.
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