Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Hill, The Comments

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Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass;
Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,
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Rupert Brooke
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Ted Smith 21 October 2013

Love poem to Noel Oliver, Brooke's first love.

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