And Certainty? and Quiet kind?
Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain?… oh! yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?
Rupert Brooke. Bisexual. Dead 3 years after he wrote this, killed by an infected mosquito bite. For a time he was a member of the Bloomsbury group.
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