Infinite Hungers Leap No More

If I Should Die, Think Only This Of Me: That There's Some Corner Of A Foreign Field That Is For Ever England.

Mud Unto Mud!--death Eddies Near-- Not Here The Appointed End, Not Here! But Somewhere, Beyond Space And Time, Is Wetter Water, Slimier Slime!

For Cambridge People Rarely Smile, Being Urban, Squat, And Packed With Guile.

Yet, Behind The Night, Waits For The Great Unborn, Somewhere Afar, Some White Tremendous Daybreak.

Proud, Then, Clear-eyed And Laughing, Go To Greet Death As A Friend!