Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Rupert Brooke. Day long and watch the Cambridge sky, And, flower -lulled in sleepy grass , Hear the cool lapse of hours pass , Until the centuries blend and blur In Grantchester , in Grantchester . . . . Still in the dawnlit waters cool His ghostly Lordship swims his pool, And tries the strokes , essays the tricks, Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx ; Dan Chaucer hears his river still Chatter beneath a phantom mill ; Tennyson notes , with studious eye, How Cambridge waters hurry by . . . And in that garden , black and white , Creep whispers through the grass all night ; And spectral dance , before the dawn , A hundred Vicars down the lawn ; Curates , long dust , will come and go, On lissom , clerical , printless toe ; And oft betwixt the boughs is seen The sly shade of a Rural Dean . . . Till , at a shiver in the skies , Vanishing with Satanic cries , The prim ecclesiastic rout Leaves but a startled sleeper - out , Grey heavens , the first bird 's drowsy calls , The falling house that never falls . God ! I will pack , and take a train , And get me to England once again !