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“Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire     Of watching you; and swing me suddenly     Into the shade and loneliness and mire     Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,         One day, I think, I’ll feel a cool wind blowing,     See a slow light across the Stygian tide,     And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing,     And tremble. And I shall know that you have died,         And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,     Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,     Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam,     Most individual and bewildering ghost!         And turn, and toss your brown delightful head     Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.” — Rupert Brooke, “Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire”

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