“Rupert Brooke” by Alexander Robertson

by theliterarymaiden

Rupert Brooke
Alexander Robertson
From Last Poems of Alexander Robertson, 1918

They whom thy blithe companionship had blest
Felt anguish at thy passing, though aware
They had no cause for grief, so wholly fair
Thy life to their remembrance, as thy rest,
Lulled by a far sea music, near the graves
Of sages old whose sun of wisdom beams
E’en yet; of those who taught thee love of dreams
And words melodious as the Aegean’s waves.
And because Death, although he stilled thy voice,
Hath found thee nobly careless in this hour
Of all thy gifts; therefore, despite his power
To rob the world of beauty, they rejoice
Almost, though in thy verses oft they found
The accent of great voices clear resound.