RUPERT BROOKE


(In Memoriam)

I never knew you save as all men know
Twitter of mating birds, flutter of
wings
In April coverts, and the streams that
flow --
One of the happy voices of our
Springs.

A voice for ever stilled, a memory,
Since you went eastward with the
fighting ships,
A hero of the great new Odyssey,
And God has laid His finger on
your lips.

By:   Moray Dalton