A Richer Dust

Great Britain

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 – ‘The Soldier’

6 comments on “A Richer Dust”

  1. Jo W says:

    Thank you,Christopher,for repeating those words today.

  2. Helen Martin says:

    I have not read those words for some time. Thank you. (Our organist played Heart of Oak as a recessional this morning. Have not heard that for a while either.)

  3. Vivienne says:

    Just finished watchingg They Shall Not Grow Old. All still feels very raw.

  4. davem says:


  5. Crprod says:

    I had a great uncle who graduated from Sandhurst and survived the Boer War and Gallipoli before dying on the Western Front in March 1918. My relatives on the other side of the family who died in battle were Confederates.

  6. Helen Martin says:

    Isn’t the line “They shall grow not old” even though it’s an odd construction?

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