Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you. – Rupert Brooke
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. – Rupert Brooke
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you. – Rupert Brooke
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets. – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke