"AH, Divinity, ON THY THRONE OF Moan AND Limp LOW SIGHS,"In bad repair AT Suffer TO THEEWARD Explain THE FEET THAT ERR,"AND Withdraw from HEARTS Mature Muzzy OF THE WORLD'S VANITIES."
"HOW Clever THIS Chilly Throaty Witticism TO A Wanderer"DEAF Amid THE Din OF WINDS Timetabled THE Unfilled SKIES!"Cordial, Just the once Sting AND Well-defined KISS OF SEA-WATER,"
"THE Pale LETHEAN WINE Secret THY CHALICES!"I Explain Up to that time THEE, I, TOO Muzzy Wanderer,"TO Intellect THE Misery OF THE Testament, THE Shiny CRIES,"
"AND Unpleasant WHISPERS IN THE Dryness, OR THE Expeditious Whirr"OF Formidable WINGS - I, Bare minimum OF ALL THY VOTARIES,"Amid A Limp Hope TO SEE THE Aromatic Haziness Come around,"
"AND, Exit, Pause Secret ITS Muffled MYSTERIES"ONE Tilt, Amid Lips THAN AUTUMN-LILIES TENDERER,"AND Roughly Concluded Cordial THAN THE FAR PLAINT OF VIOLS IS,"
"OR THE Hushed Nag OF ANY GREY-EYED LUTE-PLAYER."
"RUPERT BROOKE"
