Through my heart's palace
Thoughts unnumbered throng;
And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise,
High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long
Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies,
And pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs,
Bow to your benediction, go their way.
And the grave jewelled courtier Memories
Worship and love and tend you, all the day.
But when I sleep, and all my thoughts go straying,
When the high session of the day is ended,
And darkness comes; then, with the waning light,
By lilied maidens on your way attended,
Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying,
You, like a queen, pass out into the night.
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Comments2Rupert Brooke has a way with words that transport you into another dimension entirely. His unique depiction of emotions as palpable entities within our hearts truly resonates. I find his personification of memories as jeweled courtiers quite intriguing. I wonder, could various emotions or aspects of life be aptly personified similarly? Do you think Brooke uses this artistic expression consistently across his other works too?
Found the approach to emotions as physical characters in a realm fascinating. It felt like I was caught up in a medieval-themed dream, full of knights, jesters, and queens. Now that's some magical imagery for sure!