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238 A very precious name. Her eyes were wet,

Yet glowing, flaming so...

She won't forget!

ALL THIS IS ENDED

BY RUPERT BROOKE

hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

Washed marvelously with sorrow, swift to mirth.

The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,

And sunset, and the colors 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