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Rupert Brooke (1887–1915)

Poems of the Great War: The Soldier

  • (A sub-lieutenant in the volunteer Naval Reserve, Rupert Brooke died from sunstroke on his way to the Dardanelles on April 23, 1915, and was buried in the Greek island of Skyros.)

  • 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.