RUPERT
BROOKE .
IN
EXAMINATION .
TO !
From
quiet
skies
L
In
through
the window
my
Lord
the
Sun !
And my
eyes
Were
dazzled
and drunk
with
the misty
gold ,
The
golden
glory
that
drowned
and
crowned
me
Eddied
and
swayed
through
the
room
. . .
Around me,
To left and
to
right ,
Hunched
figures
and
old ,
Dull blear -eyed
scribbling fools,
grew
fair ,
Ringed
round
and
haloed
with
holy
light.
Flame
lit
on
their
hair
,
And
their
burning
eyes grew
young
and wise
,
Each
as
a
God
,
or
King
of
Kings
,
White
robed
and
bright
(
Still
scribbling
all
);
And
a
full tumultuous murmur
of
wings
,
Grew
through
the
hall
;
And
I
knew
the
white
undying
Fire
,
And
,
through
open
portals
,
Gyre
on
gyre
,
Archangels
and
angels
,
adoring
,
bowing
,
And
a
Face
unshaded
.
..
Till the light faded
;
And
they
were
but fools again
,
fools unknowing
,
Still
scribbling
,
blear
-
eyed
and
stolid
immortals
.