Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke — Home

And I shall find some girl perhaps, And a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, And lips as soft, but true.

And I daresay she will do.

Home I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And comfortable gloom.

But as I entered softly in I saw a woman there, The line of neck and cheek and chin, The darkness of her hair, The form of one I did not know Sitting in my chair.

I stood a moment fierce and still, Watching her neck and hair.

I made a step to her; and saw That there was no one there.

It was some trick of the firelight That made me see her there.

It was a chance of shade and light And the cushion in the chair.

Oh, all you happy over the earth, That night, how could I sleep?

I lay and watched the lonely gloom;

And watched the moonlight creep From wall to basin, round the room, All night I could not sleep.