Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke — The Way That Lovers Use

Where Beauty and Beauty met, Earth's still a-tremble there, And winds are scented yet, And memory-soft the air, Bosoming, folding glints of light, And shreds of shadowy laughter;

Not the tears that fill the years After -- after -- The Way That Lovers Use The way that lovers use is this;

They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, -- So I have heard.

They queerly find some healing so, And strange attainment in the touch;

There is a secret lovers know, -- I have read as much.

And theirs no longer joy nor smart, Changing or ending, night or day;

But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart, -- So lovers say.