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Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire by Rupert Brooke

By Rupert Brooke

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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! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,

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"Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire..."

"Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire" by Rupert Brooke is a deep and nature english poem consisting of 17 lines. This English poem by Rupert Brooke demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly...", this piece explores themes of deep and nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Rupert Brooke'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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