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"Peace"
- Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
- And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
- With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
- To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
- Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
- Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,
- And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
- And all the little emptiness of love!
- Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
- Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
- Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
- Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there
- But only agony, and that has ending;
- And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English poet most famous for his war sonnets written during World War I (“If I should die, think only this of me:/That there’s some corner of a foreign field/ That is forever England…” etc.). Strikingly handsome, Brooke epitomized the youthful English flower mowed down by the cruelty of the so-called “Great War.” Ironically, although Brooke enlisted in the British Army to fight in the war, he died before seeing action, succumbing to an infected mosquito bite. Brooke was a representative of the Georgian poets and a member of the Bloomsbury group of writers. While some of his poetry is dated, other works have transcended their day — especially those like “Peace,” which appears in his most popular book, 1914 & Other Poems.
Here's something you might be interested in.
"Peace"
"Peace"
- Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
- And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
- With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
- To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
- Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
- Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,
- And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
- And all the little emptiness of love!
- Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
- Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
- Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
- Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there
- But only agony, and that has ending;
- And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English poet most famous for his war sonnets written during World War I (“If I should die, think only this of me:/That there’s some corner of a foreign field/ That is forever England…” etc.). Strikingly handsome, Brooke epitomized the youthful English flower mowed down by the cruelty of the so-called “Great War.” Ironically, although Brooke enlisted in the British Army to fight in the war, he died before seeing action, succumbing to an infected mosquito bite. Brooke was a representative of the Georgian poets and a member of the Bloomsbury group of writers. While some of his poetry is dated, other works have transcended their day — especially those like “Peace,” which appears in his most popular book, 1914 & Other Poems.