Classic Poem

Said Alan Seeger unto Rupert Brooke—
They walked by banks of timeless asphodel
Along which Acheron's dim waters fell
With soundless motion—“Wherever here we look,
Brother, are faces that our glances took
For old familiars of that world where dwell
Those that we knew before we came, through hell,
Unto this peace. Familiar as a book
We conned in school is that Virglian brow,
And one moves toward him with Pindaric grace.
See where they meet, twin shades, and that they bow
Where blind eyes star an old man's wrinkled face.”
And Rupert Brooke to Alan Seeger said,
“These are the immortals, we are but the dead.”