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1887–1915

( The Priests within the Temple )...

Rupert Brooke

( The Priests within the Temple ) She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother. She was lustful and lewd? — but a God; we had none other. In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;

We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid. ( The People without ) She sent us pain, And we bowed before Her;

She smiled again And bade us adore Her. She solaced our woe And soothed our sighing;

And what shall we do Now God is dying? ( The Priests within ) She was hungry and ate our children; — how should we stay Her?

She took our young men and our maidens; — ours to obey Her. We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride. She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died. ( The People without )

She was so strong; But death is stronger. She ruled us long; But Time is longer.

She solaced our woe And soothed our sighing; And what shall we do Now God is dying?

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