Chapter 6
The Treasure by Rupert Brooke Read for LibriVox.org by Lucy Perry In Bath on July 23rd, 2016 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 the rainbow and the rose 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 the mower 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 Eonite
