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Rupert Brooke - The TreasureRupert Brooke - The Treasure
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When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds` cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close The rainbow and the rose: Still may Time hold some golden space Where I`ll unpack that scented store Of song and flower and sky and face, And count, and touch, and turn them o`er, Musing upon them; as a mother, who Has watched her children all the rich day through Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light, When children sleep, ere night.
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