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The Way That Lovers Use

By Rupert Brooke

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The way that lovers use is this;     They bow, catch hands, with never a word,     And their lips meet, and they do kiss,         So I have heard.     They queerly find some healing so,     And strange attainment in the touch;     There is a secret lovers know,         I have read as much.     And theirs no longer joy nor smart,     Changing or ending, night or day;     But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,         So lovers say.

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About Rupert Brooke

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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