Rupert Brooke

I thought when love for you died, I should die._x000D_ _x000D_ It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.