Sunday 10 November 2013

“The Soldier,” by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915) 

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. 


  1. Thankful for all the brave men and women.
    Carol xx

  2. Beautiful!!! Sad but beautiful!! I also found your previous post very emotive.

    Lest we forget!

    Amanda xx

  3. Lovely, I listened to the Remembrance service from our cenotaph on the local radio this morning.

  4. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem


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