Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

RUPERT BROOKE . IN EXAMINATION . TO ! From quiet skies L In through the window my Lord the Sun ! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold , The golden glory that drowned and crowned me Eddied and swayed through the room . . . Around me, To left and to right , Hunched figures and old , Dull blear -eyed scribbling fools, grew fair , Ringed round and haloed with holy light. Flame lit on their hair , And their burning eyes grew young and wise , Each as a God , or King of Kings , White robed and bright ( Still scribbling all ); And a full tumultuous murmur of wings , Grew through the hall ; And I knew the white undying Fire , And , through open portals , Gyre on gyre , Archangels and angels , adoring , bowing , And a Face unshaded . .. Till the light faded ; And they were but fools again , fools unknowing , Still scribbling , blear - eyed and stolid immortals .