Rupert
Brooke .
And , when
the
day
is young
and
sweet ,
Gild
gloriously
the bare
feet
That run
to
bathe . . . .
Du
Lieber Gott !
Here
am
I, sweating , sick , and hot,
And there
the
shadowed
waters
fresh
Lean
up
to
embrace
the naked
flesh
.
Temperamentvoll
German
Jews
Drink
beer
around
;
and
there
the dews
Are
soft beneath
a
morn
of
gold
.
Here tulips
bloom
as
they
are
told
;
Unkempt
about
those hedges
blows
An
English
unofficial
rose
;
And
there
the
unregulated
sun
Slopes
down
to
rest
when
day
is
done
,
And
wakes
a
vague
unpunctual
star
,
A
slippered
Hesper
;
and
there
are
Meads
towards Haslingfield
and
Coton
,
Where
das
Betreten
's
not verboten
!
eide yevoiunv
.
.
.
would
I
were
In
Grantchester
,
in
Grantchester
!
—
Some
,
it
may
be,
can
get
in
touch
With
Nature
there
,
or
earth
,
or
such
.
And
clever
modern
men
have
seen
A
Faun
a-
peeping
through
the
green
,
And
felt the
Classics were not dead
,
To
glimpse
a
Naiad
's
reedy
head
,
Or hear
the Goat
-
foot piping
low
.
.
.
But
these
are things
I
do
not know
.
I
only
know
that
you may
lie
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