Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire <br />Of watching you; and swing me suddenly <br />Into the shade and loneliness and mire <br />Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, <br /> <br />One day, I think, I’ll feel a cool wind blowing, <br />See a slow light across the Stygian tide, <br />And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, <br />And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, <br /> <br />And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, <br />Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, <br />Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam— <br />Most individual and bewildering ghost!— <br /> <br />And turn, and toss your brown delightful head <br />Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-oh-death-will-find-me-long-before-i-tire-2/
