The Dead by Rupert Brooke

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

      Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.

The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,

      And sunset, and the colours of the earth.

These had seen movement, and heard music; known

      Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;

Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;

      Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended

   

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter

And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,

      Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance

And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white

      Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,

A width, a shining peace, under the night.

 

 

 

About Poet: Rupert Brooke was a English Poet who was born in England on 1887 and died on at the age of 28 on 1915. he complied an anthology in 1911-12 later on he had experience a mental breakdown in 1913, he died of blood poisoning from a mosquito bite. Rupert Brooke joined the royal navy in the first world war. the poem the dead represents death as a positive pristine state. death is a infinite frost the leaves a white unbroken glory, a gathered radiance, a width and a shiny piece under the night.He imagines his own death, but rather than conveying sadness or fear at such an event, he accepts it as an opportunity to make a noble sacrifice by dying for his country. As quoted by Delany, Brooke wrote: "If I should die, think only this of me, / That there's some corner of a foreign field / That is forever England."