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The Hill

By Rupert Brooke

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Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,     Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.     You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass;     Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,     When we are old, are old. . . ." "And when we die     All's over that is ours; and life burns on     Through other lovers, other lips," said I,     "Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"     "We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.     Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said;     "We shall go down with unreluctant tread     Rose-crowned into the darkness!" . . . Proud we were,     And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.     And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

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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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