The Soldier
Rupert Brooke, (1887-1915)
  • While on his way to the Gallipoli campaign he died of acute blood poisoning in 1915.
  • He was buried on the Greek island of Skyros.
  • Written in December 1914

  • If I should die, think only this of me;
  • That there's some corner of a foreign field
  • That is for ever 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.
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