For Cambridge people rarely smile,
Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. The Old Vicarage, Grantchester, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).)

Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. The Old Vicarage, Grantchester, 1914 and Other Poems (1915). Concluding lines.)

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets.

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. The Great Lover, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).)

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime!
And there (they trust) there swimmeth One
Who swam ere rivers were begun,
Immense, of fishy form and mind,
Squamous, omnipotent, and kind.

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven, 1914 and Other Poems (1915).)

Infinite hungers leap no more
In the chance swaying of your dress;
And love has changed to kindliness.

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Kindliness.)

The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns. . . .

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. The Great Lover (l. 42-44). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)

Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. The Great Lover (l. 35-39). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)

The pain, the calm, and the astonishment,
Desire illimitable, and still content,
And all dear names men use, to cheat despair,

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. The Great Lover (l. 3-5). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)

Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 1-2). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)

Mud unto mud!?Death eddies near?
Not here the appointed End, not here!
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time,
Is wetter water, slimier slime!

(Rupert Brooke (1887-1915), British poet. Heaven (l. 15-18). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)