Lest we forget
November 11, 2008
The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
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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Beautiful – thanks for posting this.
Beautiful poem. Always remembering.
Wow that photo is incredible, so well suited to the poem.
Lovely blog, I’ll be back!
In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses, row on row.
That poem has been lurking in my mind, half remembered phrases slipping away from me all day, thank you for posting it!
Thank you for posting this beautiful picture and poem.
Beautiful poem. I think I remember this from BritLit in high school. My teacher was one of the best I’ve ever had, and a great dramatic reader. I can totally hear how he would have read this in my head!