With the exception of poems by my father, the poetry of Rupert Brooke was the first I read avidly, after stumbling on a copy of his works in our school library aged 14 or 15. He is perhaps best known now for war poems and Grantchester, but these three I think are probably his best poems - and give a tantalising flavour of what he might have done, if not cut off by war at just 27.