Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke — The Hill

And silence, silence, silence found me.

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I felt the unfaltering movement creep Among the leaves.

They shed around me Calm clouds of scent, that I did weep;

And stroked my face.

I fell asleep.

The Hill Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass;

Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still, When we are old, are old.

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"And when we die All's over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I, -- "Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"

"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.

Life is our cry.

We have kept the faith!"

we said;

"We shall go down with unreluctant tread Rose-crowned into the darkness!"

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Proud we were, And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.

-- And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.