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Second Best

Here in the dark,

O heart;

Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night,

And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover;

Clear-visioned, though it break you; far

From the dead best, the dear and old delight;

Throw down your dreams of immortality,

O faithful,

O foolish lover!

Here's peace for you, and surety; here the

Wisdom — the truth! — "All day the good glad

Showers love and labour on you, wine and song;

The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day

Till night."  And night ends all things.                                          Then shall

No lamp relumed in heaven, no voices crying,

Or changing lights, or dreams and forms that hover!(And, heart, for all your sighing,

That gladness and those tears are over, over. . . .)And has the truth brought no new hope at all,

Heart, that you're weeping yet for Paradise?

Do they still whisper, the old weary

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ND!"Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to

Death as a friend!

Exile of immortality, strongly wise,

Strain through the dark with undesirous

To what may lie beyond it.  Sets your star,

O heart, for ever!  Yet, behind the night,

Waits for the great unborn, somewhere afar,

Some white tremendous daybreak.  And the light,

Returning, shall give back the golden hours,

Ocean a windless level,

Earth a

Spacious and full of sunlit dancing-places,

And laughter, and music, and, among the flowers,

The gay child-hearts of men, and the child-facesO heart, in the great dawn!

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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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