The Soldier

Rupert Brooke

By

Catherine Minchener

If I should die,

think only this of me:

That there's some corner of a foreign That there's some corner of a foreign field field

That is for ever England. There shall be That is for ever England. There shall be in in

that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A

dust whom England bore, shaped, made dust whom England bore, shaped, made

aware, aware,

EnglandEngland

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam to roam

A body of England's, breathing English A body of England's, breathing English airair      

Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed And think, this heart, all evil shed away,away,

 A pulse in the eternal mind, no lessA pulse in the eternal mind, no less

  Gives somewhere back the thoughts by Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,gentleness,

In hearts at peace, In hearts at peace,

under an under an English English heaven. heaven.

Rupert BrookeRupert Brooke