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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Comments2"this heart, all evil shed away" Woah, deep man.
Wow... such a profound and patriotic poem! Filled with deep love for one's home country. Get's me all emotional thinking about the soldiers who've given so much... Missing home and friends but standing by their loyalty. Absolutely heartfelt! Can feel the love n sadness all in one. Makes me think about how much our country should mean to us... Respect to all serving and those who served n lost thier lives!