Not only did cousins Gwen and Frances Darwin first meet their husbands-to-be at rehearsals for the masque, Comus in 1908, the second production of the Marlowe Society that the dazzling Rupert Brooke had founded. When he moved into the Old Vicarage in Grantchester, near Cambridge, a group began to coalesce around him, a group that included, at different times, Jacques Raverat, Gwen and Frances Darwin, Francis Cornford, Virginia Woolf, Geoffrey Keynes, Noel and Brynhild Olivier and Ka Cox, a group that Virginia Woolf would later, rather patronisingly, dub the "neo-pagans" to distance them from her Bloomsbury Group. This last part of Brooke's poem The Old Vicarage exemplifies the romantic idealism of the Neo-Pagans:


Ah God! to see the branches stir
Across the moon at Grantchester!
To smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten
Unforgettable, unforgotten
River-smell, and hear the breeze
Sobbing in the little trees.
Say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand
Still guardians of that holy land?
The chestnuts shade, in reverend dream,
The yet unacademic stream?
Is dawn a secret shy and cold
Anadyomene, silver-gold?
And sunset still a golden sea
From Haslingfield to Madingley?
And after, ere the night is born,
Do hares come out about the corn?
Oh, is the water sweet and cool,
Gentle and brown, above the pool?
And laughs the immortal river still
Under the mill, under the mill?
Say, is there Beauty yet to find?
And Certainty? and Quiet kind?
Deep meadows yet, for to forget
The lies, and truths, and pain? . . . oh! yet
Stands the Church clock at ten to three?
And is there honey still for tea?