Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night. – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night. – Rupert Brooke
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years. – Rupert Brooke
Spend in pure converse our eternal day;
Think each in each, immediately wise;
Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say
What this tumultuous body now denies;
And feel, who have laid our groping hands away;
And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – Rupert Brooke
I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have. – Rupert Brooke