The Jolly Company
The stars, a jolly company,
I envied, straying late and lonely;
And cried upon their revelry:
'O white companionship! You only
In love, in faith unbroken dwell,
Friends radiant and inseparable!'
Light-heart and glad they seemed to me
And merry comrades (even so
God out of heaven may laugh to see
The happy crowds; and never know
That each in his lone obscure distress
Each walketh in a wilderness).
But I, remembering, pitied well
And loved them, who, with lonely light,
In empty infinite spaces dwell,
Disconsolate. For, all the night,
I heard the thin gnat-voices cry,
Star to faint star, across the sky.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1908)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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