[00:00.600]Sleeping out: full moon
[00:03.970]By Rupert Brooke
[00:41.390]They sleep within. . . .
[00:52.080]I cower to the earth,
[00:56.430]I waking, I only.
[01:00.650]High and cold thou dreamest, O queen, high-dreaming and lonely.
[01:15.560]They sleep within. . . .
[01:24.150]They sleep within. . . .
[01:32.900]We have slept too long
[01:36.960]Who can hardly win
[01:41.910]The white one flame, and the night-long crying
[01:52.220]The viewless passers
[01:58.700]The world's low sighing
[02:05.130]With desire, with yearning
[02:12.320]To the fire unburning
[02:16.920]To the heatless fire
[02:25.440]To the flameless ecstasy! . . .
[03:11.520]Helpless I lie.
[03:22.240]And around me the feet of thy watchers tread.
[03:39.330]There is a rumour and a radiance of wings above my head
[03:51.210]An intolerable radiance of wings. . . .
[04:01.400]All the earth grows fire
[04:05.110]White lips of desire
[04:09.320]Brushing cool on the forehead, croon slumbrous things.
[04:13.660]Earth fades; and the air is thrilled with ways
[04:17.320]Dewy paths full of comfort. And radiant bands
[04:26.800]The gracious presence of friendly hands
[04:29.390]Help the blind one, the glad one, who stumbles and strays
[04:34.800]Stretching wavering hands, up, up through the praise
[04:42.200]Of a myriad silver trumpets, through cries
[04:48.600]To all glory, to all gladness, to the infinite height
[04:54.190]To the gracious, the unmoving, the mother eyes
[04:58.460]And the laughter, and the lips of light.