At the going down of the sun..
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, War Sonnet V, The Soldier
Comments
Amen.
Posted by: Sally | November 12, 2004 5:23 PM
England doesnt exist anymore.
Labour's Invaders are pushing the English out.
Do the English deserve our sympathy? Afterall, they did vote Labour.
Posted by: Tony | November 13, 2004 1:15 AM
People can be quite stupid, the 'English' as some people think they are have not existed for thousands of years.
Posted by: James | December 26, 2005 7:23 PM