Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed · Rupert Brooke

And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

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Rupert Brooke

1887-08-03 — 1915-04-23 · Rugby

Rupert Brooke was an English poet known for his idealistic and patriotic war sonnets written at the outset of World War I. His early death from sepsis during the war cemented his image as a heroic figure. Brooke's poetry is characterized by its lyrical beauty, traditional form, and exploration of themes such as love, beauty, and patriotism, often tinged with a sense of youthful idealism.