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Flight

Written by: Rupert Brooke | Biography
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 Voices out of the shade that cried,
And long noon in the hot calm places,
And children's play by the wayside,
And country eyes, and quiet faces --
All these were round my steady paces.
Those that I could have loved went by me; Cool gardened homes slept in the sun; I heard the whisper of water nigh me, Saw hands that beckoned, shone, were gone In the green and gold.
And I went on.
For if my echoing footfall slept, Soon a far whispering there'd be Of a little lonely wind that crept From tree to tree, and distantly Followed me, followed me.
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But the blue vaporous end of day Brought peace, and pursuit baffled quite, Where between pine-woods dipped the way.
I turned, slipped in and out of sight.
I trod as quiet as the night.
The pine-boles kept perpetual hush; And in the boughs wind never swirled.
I found a flowering lowly bush, And bowed, slid in, and sighed and curled, Hidden at rest from all the world.
Safe! I was safe, and glad, I knew! Yet -- with cold heart and cold wet brows I lay.
And the dark fell.
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There grew Meward a sound of shaken boughs; And ceased, above my intricate house; And silence, silence, silence found me.
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I felt the unfaltering movement creep Among the leaves.
They shed around me Calm clouds of scent, that I did weep; And stroked my face.
I fell asleep.



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