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THE HILL

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.

—Rupert Brooke

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Across The Red Sky

Across the red sky two birds flying,
Flying with drooping wings.
Silent and solitary their ominous flight.
All day the triumphant sun with yellow banners
Warred and warred with the earth, and when she yielded
Stabbed her heart, gathered her blood in a chalice,
Spilling it over the evening sky.
When the dark plumaged birds go flying, flying,
Quiet lies the earth wrapt in her mournful shadow,
Her sightless eyes turned to the red sky
And the restlessly seeking birds.

—Katherine Mansfield

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