Breathless, we flung

The Hill

by Rupert Brooke
1887-1915

Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
Laughed in the sun and kissed the lovely grass.
You said, "Through glory and ectasy we pass:
Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,
When we are old, are old..." And when we
die
All's over that is ours; and life burns on
Through other lovers, other lips," said I,
"Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!"
"We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.
Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!" we said;
"We shall go down with unreluctant tread
Rose-crowned into the darkness!..." Proud we
were,
And laughed, that had such brave true things
to say.
And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.