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George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.

Moray Dalton

Rupert Brooke

In Memoriam

I NEVER knew you save as all men know

Twitter of mating birds, flutter of wings

In April coverts, and the streams that flow—

One of the happy voices of our Springs.

A voice for ever stilled, a memory,

Since you went eastward with the fighting ships,

A hero of the great new Odyssey,

And God has laid His finger on your lips.