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The Wayfarers

Is it the hour?  We leave this

Made fair by one another for a while.

Now, for a god-speed, one last mad embrace;

The long road then, unlit by your faint smile.

Ah! the long road! and you so far away!

Oh,

I'll remember! but . . . each crawling

Will pale a little your scarlet lips, each

Dull the dear pain of your remembered face.. . .

Do you think there's a far border town, somewhere,

The desert's edge, last of the lands we know,   Some gaunt eventual limit of our light,

In which I'll find you waiting; and we'll

Together, hand in hand again, out there,   Into the waste we know not, into the night?

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Rupert Brooke

Rupert Chawner Brooke (3 August 1887 – 23 April 1915) was an English poet known for his idealistic war sonnets written during the First World Wa…
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