The Great War

from A Treasury of War Poetry, an electronic edition

Rupert Brooke

(In Memoriam)

I never knew you save as all men know

Twitter of mating birds, flutter of wings

In April coverts, and the streams that flow --

One of the happy voices of our Springs.

A voice for ever stilled, a memory,

Since you went eastward with the fighting ships,

A hero of the great new Odyssey,

And God has laid His finger on your lips.