The Way That Lovers Use

By Rupert Brooke

The way that lovers use is this;

They bow, catch hands, with never a word,

And their lips meet, and they do kiss,

— So I have heard.

They queerly find some healing so,

And strange attainment in the touch;

There is a secret lovers know,

— I have read as much.

And theirs no longer joy nor smart,

Changing or ending, night or day;

But mouth to mouth, and heart on heart,

— So lovers say.