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Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research)

By Rupert Brooke

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Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun,     We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread     Those dusty high-roads of the aimless dead     Plaintive for Earth; but rather turn and run     Down some close-covered by-way of the air,     Some low sweet alley between wind and wind,     Stoop under faint gleams, thread the shadows, find     Some whispering ghost-forgotten nook, and there     Spend in pure converse our eternal day;     Think each in each, immediately wise;     Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say     What this tumultuous body now denies;     And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;     And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.

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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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