Rupert Brooke

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?

And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink.

"And when we die, All’s over that is ours; and life burns on Through other lovers, other lips," said I —"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!" "We are earth’s best, that learnt her lesson here, Life is our cry. We have kept the …