Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke — Sonnet: "Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire"

Sonnet: "Oh!

Death will find me, long before I tire" Oh!

Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!

There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble.

And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam -- Most individual and bewildering ghost!

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