Rupert Brooke - Sonnet: "Oh! d**h will find me, long before I tire" lyrics

Sonnet: "Oh! d**h will find me, long before I tire" Oh! d**h will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pa**, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam — Most individual and bewildering ghost! — And turn, and toss your brown delightful head Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.