Rupert Brooke's Poem: Song [The Way Of Love Was Thus]

A poem by Rupert Brooke
Song [The Way Of Love Was Thus]
________________________________________________ Title: Song [The Way Of Love Was Thus] Author: Rupert Brooke [More Titles by Brooke] The way of love was thus. He was born one winter morn With hands delicious, And it was well with us. Love came our quiet way, Lit pride in us, and died in us, All in a winter's day. There is no more to say. 1913 (?). [The end] Rupert Brooke's poem: Song [The Way Of Love Was Thus] ________________________________________________ GO TO TOP OF SCREEN

A poem by Rupert Brooke