Excerpt from The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke The poet loves his new-found element. He clings to mortality; to life, not thought; or, as he puts it, to the concrete, - let the abstract go pack! There's little comfort in the Wise, he ends. But in the unfolding of his precocious spirit, the literary control comes upper most; his boat, finding its keel, swings to the helm of mind. How should it be otherwise for a youth well-born, well-bred, in college air? Intellectual primacy showed itself to him in many wandering loves, fine lover that he Ewas; but in the end he was an intellectual lover, and the magnet seems to have been especially powerful in the ghosts of the men of wit, Donne, Marvell erudite lords of language, poets in another world than ours, a less ample ether, a less divine air, our fathers thought, but poets of eternity A quintessential drop of intel lect is apt to be in poetic blood. How Platonism fasci nates the poets, like a shining bait! Rupert Brooke will have none of it; but at a turn of the verse he is back at it. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.