Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Rupert Brooke . And blood lies quiet , for all you ' re near ; And it's but spoken words we hear , Where trumpets sang ; when the mere skies Are stranger and nobler than your eyes ; And flesh is flesh , was flame before ; And infinite hungers leap no more In the chance swaying of your dress ; And love has changed to kindliness . THE OLD VICARAGE , GRANTCHESTER . Café des Westens , Berlin , May , 1912 . JUST now the lilac is in bloom , J All before my little room ; And in my flower - beds , I think , Smile the carnation and the pink ; And down the borders , well I know , The poppy and the pansy blow ... Oh ! there the chestnuts , summer through , Beside the river make for you A tunnel of green gloom , and sleep Deeply above ; and green and deep The stream mysterious glides beneath , Green as a dream and deep as death . - Oh , damn ! I know it! And I know How the May fields all golden show ,