Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Rupert Brooke . And , when the day is young and sweet , Gild gloriously the bare feet That run to bathe . . . . Du Lieber Gott ! Here am I, sweating , sick , and hot, And there the shadowed waters fresh Lean up to embrace the naked flesh . Temperamentvoll German Jews Drink beer around ; and there the dews Are soft beneath a morn of gold . Here tulips bloom as they are told ; Unkempt about those hedges blows An English unofficial rose ; And there the unregulated sun Slopes down to rest when day is done , And wakes a vague unpunctual star , A slippered Hesper ; and there are Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton , Where das Betreten 's not verboten ! eide yevoiunv . . . would I were In Grantchester , in Grantchester ! — Some , it may be, can get in touch With Nature there , or earth , or such . And clever modern men have seen A Faun a- peeping through the green , And felt the Classics were not dead , To glimpse a Naiad 's reedy head , Or hear the Goat - foot piping low . . . But these are things I do not know . I only know that you may lie 26