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Sonnet Oh! Death Will Find Me Long Before I Tire

Oh!

Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me

Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!  There, waiting patiently,

One day,

I think,

I’ll feel a cool wind blowing,

See a slow light across the Stygian tide,

And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,

And tremble.  And I shall know that you have died,

And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,

Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,

Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam— Most individual and bewildering ghost!—And turn, and toss your brown delightful

Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.

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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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