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Rupert Brooke - Song
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“Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings,  
  And Triumph is his crown.  
Earth fades in flame before his wings,  
  And Sun and Moon bow down.”—  
But that, I knew, would never do;          
  And Heaven is all too high.  
So whenever I meet a Queen, I said,  
  I will not catch her eye.  
   
“Oh! Love,” they said, and “Love,” they said,  
  “The gift of Love is this;         
A crown of thorns about thy head,  
  And vinegar to thy kiss!”—  
But Tragedy is not for me;  
  And I’m content to be gay.  
So whenever I spied a Tragic Lady,         
  I went another way.  
   
And so I never feared to see  
  You wander down the street,  
Or come across the fields to me  
  On ordinary feet.        
For what they’d never told me of,  
  And what I never knew;  
It was that all the time, my love,  
  Love would be merely you.
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