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, | 5 |
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 | 10 |
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. |
The Soldier WEST BENGAL BOARD CLASS X ENGLISH
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