| Rupert Brooke (1887–1915). Collected Poems. 1916. |
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| IV. 1914 |
| 6. The Treasure |
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| WHEN colour goes home into the eyes, | |
| And lights that shine are shut again | |
| With dancing girls and sweet birds’ cries | |
| Behind the gateways of the brain; | |
| And that no-place which gave them birth, shall close | 5 |
| The rainbow and the rose:— | |
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| Still may Time hold some golden space | |
| Where I’ll unpack that scented store | |
| Of song and flower and sky and face, | |
| And count, and touch, and turn them o’er, | 10 |
| Musing upon them; as a mother, who | |
| Has watched her children all the rich day through | |
| Sits, quiet-handed, in the fading light, | |
| When children sleep, ere night | |
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