Two of my favorites from Rupert Brooke: The Voice by Rupert Brooke Safe in the magic of my woods   I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes,   And washed with rain and veiled by night, Silver and blue and green were showing.   And the dark woods grew darker still; And…

Unfortunate by Rupert Brooke Heart, you are as restless as a paper scrap   That’s tossed down dusty pavements by the wind ;   Saying, ‘She is most wise, patient and kind. Between the small hands folded in her lap Surely a shamed head may bow down at length,   And find forgiveness where the shadows stir About…