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Beauty And Beauty

By Rupert Brooke

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When Beauty and Beauty meet     All naked, fair to fair,     The earth is crying-sweet,     And scattering-bright the air,     Eddying, dizzying, closing round,     With soft and drunken laughter;     Veiling all that may befall     After, after.     Where Beauty and Beauty met,     Earth's still a-tremble there,     And winds are scented yet,     And memory-soft the air,     Bosoming, folding glints of light,     And shreds of shadowy laughter;     Not the tears that fill the years     After, after.

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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English war poet whose sonnets—including "The Soldier" ("If I should die, think only this of me")—idealized the sacrifice of war. He died of sepsis en route to Gallipoli and became a symbol of the lost generation of WWI.

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