{"id":577,"date":"2010-06-27T19:43:35","date_gmt":"2010-06-27T19:43:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=577"},"modified":"2010-06-27T19:46:41","modified_gmt":"2010-06-27T19:46:41","slug":"day-that-i-have-loved-by-rupert-brooke","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/day-that-i-have-loved-by-rupert-brooke\/","title":{"rendered":"Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Rupert_Brooke_Q_71073.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-158 lazyload\" title=\"Rupert_Brooke\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Rupert_Brooke_Q_71073-253x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"253\" height=\"300\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Rupert_Brooke_Q_71073-253x300.jpg 253w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/Rupert_Brooke_Q_71073.jpg 450w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 253px) 100vw, 253px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 253px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 253\/300;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Day That I Have Loved<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Rupert Brooke <\/em><\/p>\n<p>Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes,<br \/>\nAnd smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands.<br \/>\nThe grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies.<br \/>\nI bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands,<\/p>\n<p>Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the sea&#8217;s making<br \/>\nMist-garlanded, with all grey weeds of the water crowned.<br \/>\nThere you&#8217;ll be laid, past fear of sleep or hope of waking;<br \/>\nAnd over the unmoving sea, without a sound,<\/p>\n<p>Faint hands will row you outward, out beyond our sight,<br \/>\nUs with stretched arms and empty eyes on the far-gleaming<br \/>\nAnd marble sand. . . .<br \/>\nBeyond the shifting cold twilight,<br \/>\nFurther than laughter goes, or tears, further than dreaming,<br \/>\nThere&#8217;ll be no port, no dawn-lit islands!? But the drear<br \/>\nWaste darkening, and, at length, flame ultimate on the deep.<br \/>\nOh, the last fire ? and you, unkissed, unfriended there!<br \/>\nOh, the lone way&#8217;s red ending, and we not there to weep!<\/p>\n<p>(We found you pale and quiet, and strangely crowned with flowers,<br \/>\nLovely and secret as a child.? You came with us,<br \/>\nCame happily, hand in hand with the young dancing hours,<br \/>\nHigh on the downs at dawn!)? Void now and tenebrous,<\/p>\n<p>The grey sands curve before me. . . .<br \/>\nFrom the inland meadows,<br \/>\nFragrant of June and clover, floats the dark, and fills<br \/>\nThe hollow sea&#8217;s dead face with little creeping shadows,<br \/>\nAnd the white silence brims the hollow of the hills.<\/p>\n<p>Close in the nest is folded every weary wing,<br \/>\nHushed all the joyful voices; and we, who held you dear,<br \/>\nEastward we turn and homeward, alone, remembering . . .<br \/>\nDay that I loved, day that I loved, the Night is here!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day That I Have Loved by Rupert Brooke Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead hands. The grey veils of the half-light deepen; colour dies. I bear you, a light burden, to the shrouded sands, Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84,42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-577","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1900s","category-brooke"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/577","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=577"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/577\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}