"The Dead (IV)" is part of English poet Rupert Brooke's sequence "1914": five linked poems that honored the fallen soldiers of World War I. In this sonnet, a speaker laments all the small joys of life that the dead must leave behind but finds consolation in the thought that death also offers a "shining peace" in which the fallen can rest. Brooke published the poem in his 1915 collection 1914 and Other Poems.
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1These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
2 Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
3The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
4 And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
5These had seen movement, and heard music; known
6 Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
7Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
8 Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
9There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
10And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
11 Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
12And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
13 Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
14A width, a shining peace, under the night.
1These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
2 Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
3The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
4 And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
5These had seen movement, and heard music; known
6 Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
7Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
8 Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
9There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
10And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
11 Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
12And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
13 Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
14A width, a shining peace, under the night.
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness.
He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to the poem read aloud by the great Shakespearean actor Sir John Gielgud.
A Celebration of Brooke — Watch a short documentary on Brooke's life and work.
Brooke's Legacy — Visit the website of the Rupert Brooke Society to learn about his lasting influence.
A Manuscript of the Poem — See a draft of this poem in Brooke's own handwriting.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Brooke's life and work at the Poetry Foundation.