A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Rupert Brooke (In Memoriam)
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(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.