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In Memory of Rupert Brooke by Joyce Kilmer

By Joyce Kilmer

Topics: nature-poetry, spiritual-poetry

In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung; His arm is still, that struck to make men free. But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre is hung. We keep the echoes of his golden tongue, We keep the vision of his chivalry. So Israel's joy, the loveliest of kings, Smote now his harp, and now the hostile horde. To-day the starry roof of Heaven rings With psalms a soldier made to praise his Lord;

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"In alien earth, across a troubled sea,..."

"In Memory of Rupert Brooke" by Joyce Kilmer is a nature and spiritual english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Joyce Kilmer demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young....", this piece explores themes of nature and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Joyce Kilmer's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918) was an American poet and journalist best known for his poem "Trees" ("I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree"). He was killed in action during World War I at the Second Battle of the Marne.

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