Rupert Brooke: THE TREASURE

When colour goes home into the eyes,
⁠     And lights that shine are shut again
With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries
     Behind the gateways of the brain;
And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close
The rainbow and the rose:—
Still may Time hold some golden space
     ⁠Where I’ll unpack that scented store
Of song and flower and sky and face,
     And count, and touch, and turn them o’er,
Musing upon them; as a mother, who
Has watched her children all the rich day through,
Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light,
When children sleep, ere night.

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