The Soldier  (written Nov-Dec 1914, pub. Dec 1914)
Related extracts on this site:
Churchill's obituary for Brooke

 

Compare to:

Sorley: 'When you see millions of the mouthless dead'

Maesfield: August 1914

 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.
 
Rupert Brooke
(died April 1915)

Other texts by Brooke:
Fragment
Peace

from letter, Nov 1914

 

Commemoration