Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke — Song

Song "Oh!

Love," they said, "is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown.

Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down."

-- But that, I knew, would never do;

And Heaven is all too high.

So whenever I meet a Queen, I said, I will not catch her eye.

"Oh!

Love," they said, and "Love," they said, "The gift of Love is this;

A crown of thorns about thy head, And vinegar to thy kiss!"

-- But Tragedy is not for me;

And I'm content to be gay.

So whenever I spied a Tragic Lady, I went another way.