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Day And Night

Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng;

And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise,

High-throned you sit, and gracious.  All day long Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies,

And pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs,

Bow to your benediction, go their way.

And the grave jewelled courtier

Worship and love and tend you, all the day.

But when I sleep, and all my thoughts go straying,

When the high session of the day is ended,

And darkness comes; then, with the waning light,

By lilied maidens on your way attended,

Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying,

You, like a queen, pass out 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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