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Dining-Room Tea

By Rupert Brooke

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When you were there, and you, and you,     Happiness crowned the night; I too,     Laughing and looking, one of all,     I watched the quivering lamplight fall     On plate and flowers and pouring tea     And cup and cloth; and they and we     Flung all the dancing moments by     With jest and glitter. Lip and eye     Flashed on the glory, shone and cried,     Improvident, unmemoried;     And fitfully and like a flame     The light of laughter went and came.     Proud in their careless transience moved     The changing faces that I loved.     Till suddenly, and otherwhence,     I looked upon your innocence.     For lifted clear and still and strange     From the dark woven flow of change     Under a vast and starless sky     I saw the immortal moment lie.     One instant I, an instant, knew     As God knows all. And it and you     I, above Time, oh, blind! could see     In witless immortality.     I saw the marble cup; the tea,     Hung on the air, an amber stream;     I saw the fire's unglittering gleam,     The painted flame, the frozen smoke.     No more the flooding lamplight broke     On flying eyes and lips and hair;     But lay, but slept unbroken there,     On stiller flesh, and body breathless,     And lips and laughter stayed and deathless,     And words on which no silence grew.     Light was more alive than you.     For suddenly, and otherwhence,     I looked on your magnificence.     I saw the stillness and the light,     And you, august, immortal, white,     Holy and strange; and every glint     Posture and jest and thought and tint     Freed from the mask of transiency,     Triumphant in eternity,     Immote, immortal.      Dazed at length     Human eyes grew, mortal strength     Wearied; and Time began to creep.     Change closed about me like a sleep.     Light glinted on the eyes I loved.     The cup was filled. The bodies moved.     The drifting petal came to ground.     The laughter chimed its perfect round.     The broken syllable was ended.     And I, so certain and so friended,     How could I cloud, or how distress,     The heaven of your unconsciousness?     Or shake at Time's sufficient spell,     Stammering of lights unutterable?     The eternal holiness of you,     The timeless end, you never knew,     The peace that lay, the light that shone.     You never knew that I had gone     A million miles away, and stayed     A million years. The laughter played     Unbroken round me; and the jest     Flashed on. And we that knew the best     Down wonderful hours grew happier yet.     I sang at heart, and talked, and eat,     And lived from laugh to laugh, I too,     When you were there, and you, and you.

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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) was an English war poet whose sonnets—including "The Soldier" ("If I should die, think only this of me")—idealized the sacrifice of war. He died of sepsis en route to Gallipoli and became a symbol of the lost generation of WWI.

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