For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

-Rupert Brooke
Rupert Brooke

Oh! Death will find me long before I tire / Of watching you; and swing me suddenly / Into the shade and loneliness and mire / Of the last land!

Rupert Brooke
One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in Liquidity.
Rupert Brooke

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.

Rupert Brooke
And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.
Rupert Brooke

But the best I've knownStays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blownAbout the winds of the world, and fades from brainsOf living men, and dies.

Rupert Brooke
Oh! death will find me, long before I tireOf watching for you; and swing me suddenlyInto the shade and loneliness and mireOf the last land!
Rupert Brooke

Somewhere, behind space and time, Is wetter water, slimier slime

Rupert Brooke
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.
Rupert Brooke

And then you suddenly cried and turned away.

Rupert Brooke
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.