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In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.

Rupert Brooke

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Rupert Brooke
Age: 28 †
Born: 1887
Born: January 1
Died: 1915
Died: January 1
Poet
Rugby
Warwickshire
Rupert Chawner Brooke
Rupert Chaucer Brooke
Stills
Street
Remember
Green
Moonless
Still
Quiet
Darkened
Life
Streets
Chamber
Thoughts
Leaves
Arms
Clouds
Dark
Delight
Night
Sky

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