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Saturday, February 07, 2009

The Jolly Company

- Rupert Brooke

The stars, a jolly company,
I envied, straying late and lonely;
And cried upon their revelry:
"O white companionship! You only
In love, in faith unbroken dwell,
Friends radiant and inseparable!"

Light-heart and glad they seemed to me
And merry comrades (EVEN SO
GOD OUT OF HEAVEN MAY LAUGH TO SEE
THE HAPPY CROWDS; AND NEVER KNOW
THAT IN HIS LONE OBSCURE DISTRESS
EACH WALKETH IN A WILDERNESS).

But I, remembering, pitied well
And loved them, who, with lonely light,
In empty infinite spaces dwell,
Disconsolate. For, all the night,
I heard the thin gnat-voices cry,
Star to faint star, across the sky.


2 Comments:

Blogger Liam said...

I really like the "thin gnat voices" line.

Of the English poets who died in WWI, I think Wilfred Owen was the best, but Rupert Brooke had better hair.

10:12 AM  
Blogger crystal said...

I like the gant voices too, and the hair :)

11:24 AM  

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