The Soldier - a poem by Rupert Brooke

 

 

The Soldier
Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me: 
That there's some corner of a foreign field 
That is forever England. There shall be 
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; 
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, 
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam; 
A body of England's, breathing English air, 
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. 
And think, this heart, all evil shed away, 
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less 
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; 
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; 
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, 
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

The Soldier
Rupert Brooke 

 

The Soldier - a poem by Rupert Brooke

 

Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)

1914 V. The Soldier

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