First Lines of Rupert Brooke
All suddenly the wind comes soft,Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;Heart, you are restless as a paper scrapI came back late and tired last nightI think if you had loved me when I wanted;Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,The way that lovers use is this;When Beauty and Beauty meetWhen love has changed to kindliness -When the white flame in us is gone,Your hands, my dear, adorable,