The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
b"Brooke read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nThe Soldier\\nby Rupert Brooke (1887 \\u2013 1915)\\n\\nIf I should die, think only this of me: \\n That there\\u2019s some corner of a foreign field \\nThat is for ever England. There shall be \\n In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; \\nA dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, \\n Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, \\nA body of England\\u2019s, breathing English air, \\n Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. \\n \\nAnd think, this heart, all evil shed away, \\n A pulse in the eternal mind, no less \\n Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; \\nHer sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; \\n And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, \\n In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. \\n\\n\\nThis was taken off Classic Poetry Aloud in November, after technical difficulties. \\n\\nHere are the other poems of War Poetry Week:\\n\\n\\nBand of Brother Speech by Shakespeare\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-08T00_05_27-08_00\\n\\nBall's Bluff by Melville\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-07T00_09_58-08_00\\n\\nThe Man with the Wooden Leg by Mansfield\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-05T23_57_21-08_00\\n\\nFears In Solitude by Coleridge \\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-11-04T23_21_47-08_00"