“Spend the glittering moonlight there Pursuing down the soundless deep Limbs that gleam and shadowy hair, Or floating lazy, half-asleep. Dive and double and follow after, Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call, With lips that fade, and human laughter And faces individual, Well this side of Paradise! . . . There's little comfort in the wise.” PoetryLiteratureFitzgeraldThis Side Of ParadiseRupert BrookeTiare Tahiti Book:The Collected Poems Source: The Collected Poems