To Rupert Brooke

He's gone.
I do not understand.
I only know
That as he turned to go
And waved his hand
In his young eyes a sudden glory shone;
And I was dazzled by a sunset glow,
And he was gone.

Back

They ask me where I've been,
And what I've done and seen.
And what can I reply
Who knows it wasn't I,
But someone just like me,
Who went across the sea
And with my head and hands
Killed men in foreign lands...
Though I must bear the blame
Because he bore my name.

Barbara Fell

Stephan, wake up! There's someone at the gate.
Quick, to the window . . . Oh, you'll be too late!
I hear the front door opening quietly.
Did you forget, last night, to turn the key?
A foot is on the stair - nay, just outside
The very room - the door is opening wide...
Stephan, wake up, wake up! Who's there? Who's there?
I only feel a cold wind in my hair...
Have I been dreaming, Stephan? Husband, wake
And comfort me: I think my heart will break.
I never knew you sleep so sound and still...
O my heart's love, why is your hand so chill?