Rupert Brooke

Aug 3, 1887 - Apr 23, 1915


The Way That Lovers Use

by Rupert Brooke

The way that lovers use is this;
They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
- So I have heard.

They queerly find some healing so,
And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know,
- I have read as much.

And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,
- So lovers say.



The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke
Copyright 1919
London: Sidgwick & Jackson, Ltd.
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