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262	Brooke, Rupert	The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke			.txt	text/plain	25398	2100	92	to "the white one flame", to "the laughter and the lips of light". Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, The hollow sea's dead face with little creeping shadows, The white one flame, and the night-long crying; The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, Love is flung Lucifer-like from Heaven to Hell. You know the hands, the eyes of love! You know the sigh, the song of love! I thought when love for you died, I should die. Quiet, and strange, and loving-kind, you sleep. Light glinted on the eyes I loved. When love dies with the last light, and the last song has been sung, Love is a flame; -we have beaconed the world's night. The laugh dies with the lips, 'Love' with the lover. Some of us who knew him may live to be old men, but life is not likely	./cache/262.txt	./txt/262.txt