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The Way That Lovers Use

by Rupert Brooke, 1916

The way that lovers use is this;
  They bow, catch hands, with never a word,
And their lips meet, and they do kiss,
  —So i have heard.

They queerly find some healing so,
  And strange attainment in the touch;
There is a secret lovers know,
  —I have read as much.

And theirs no longer joy nor smart,
  Changing or ending, night or day;
But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,
  —So lovers say.

Published in The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke

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