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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,<br> Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.<br> You said, "Through glory and ecstasy we pass;<br>Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,<br>When we are old, are old. . . .' 'And when we die<br> All's over that is ours; and life burns on<br>Through other lovers, other lips,' said I,<br> 'Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=115891" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'We are Earth's best, that learnt her lesson here.<br> Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!' we said;<br> 'We shall go down with unreluctant tread<br>Rose-crowned into the darkness!' . . . Proud we were,<br>And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.<br>- And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rupert+Brooke">Rupert Brooke</a></strong></div>

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