If I should die, think
this of me:
That there's some
of a
field
That is forever
. There shall be
In that rich earth a
dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore,
, made aware,
Gave, once, her
to love, her
to roam,
A body of England's, breathing
air,
Washed by the rivers,
by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all
shed away,
A
in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the
by England given;
Her sights and sounds;
happy as her day;
And
learned of friends; and gentleness,
In
at peace, under an English heaven.