...thee, her gown for Bet, Her pocket turned out for me. CURTAIN. RUPERT BROOKE TIARE TAHITI Rupert Brooke Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies,...never-setting Star; And the Flower, of which we love Fauit and fading shadows here; Never a tear, but only Grief; Dance, but not the limbs that move; Songs...

...brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or scent a-blowing down the night, Then, oh 1 then, the wise agree, Comes our immortality. Mamua,...There is the Face, whose ghosts we are ; The real, the nevej -setting Star ; And the Flower, of which we love Faint and fading shadows here Never a tear,...

...Hawaiian lover bliss in the world that is 'hard for us to understand — out of time, beyond the sun.' There the Eternals are, and there The Good, the Lovely,...things we knew. There is the Face whose ghosts we are. . . , Never a tear, but only Grief. . . . Dance, but not the limbs that move; Instead of lovers, love...

...Tahiti." Brooke contents himself with comparisons of the evanescent human and the immutable eternal: "There is the Face, whose ghosts we are; / The real,...of which we love / Faint and fading shadows here." Nabokov's prose paraphrase reframes this series of oppositions into the "there" vs. "here" (tarn/ 'tut)...