It's Not Going To Happen Again
Rupert Brooke
I have known the most dear that is granted us here, More supreme than the gods know above, Like a star I was hurled through the sweet of the world, And the height and the light of it, Love. I have risen to the uttermost Heaven of Joy, I have sunk to the sheer Hell of Pain— But—it’s not going to happen again, my boy, It’s not going to happen again. It’s the very first word that poor Juliet heard From her Romeo over the Styx; And the Roman will tell Cleopatra in hell When she starts her immortal old tricks; What Paris was tellin’ for good-bye to Helen When he bundled her into the train— Oh, it’s not going to happen again, old girl, It’s not going to happen again.
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- Rupert Brooke : Iv. The Dead
- Rupert Brooke : Jealousy
- Rupert Brooke : Jolly Company, The
- Rupert Brooke : Kindliness
- Rupert Brooke : Libido
- Rupert Brooke : Life Beyond, The
- Rupert Brooke : Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
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Previous 10 Poems
- Rupert Brooke : In Time Of Revolt
- Rupert Brooke : In Examination
- Rupert Brooke : Iii. The Dead
- Rupert Brooke : Ii. Safety
- Rupert Brooke : I. Peace
- Rupert Brooke : I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True
- Rupert Brooke : Home
- Rupert Brooke : Hill, The
- Rupert Brooke : Heaven
- Rupert Brooke : He Wonders Whether To Praise Or To Blame Her
