Rupert Brooke. 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 dieAll's over that is ours; and life burns onThrough 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 treadRose-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.