And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – Rupert Brooke
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you. – Rupert Brooke

And see, no longer blinded by our eyes. – 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