A POET’S DEATH.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVII, Issue 44, 22 June 1915, Page 4

A POET’S DEATH.

A couple of' weeks ago (says the (Christchurch Press) our readers will recollect, we reprinted a supremely moving and beautiful sonnet written by Mvipert Brooke, one of the finest of the younger English poets of this age. For many lovers of poetiy iier* that was probably their lirst intrr.due-

tion to Brooke, and they will feel keen regret, we are sure, to learn that the mail which arrived yesterday brought the news oi' his death, lie was horn twenty-eight years ago, and alter being educated at Bnghy, went nj> to Cambridge, (hi the outbreak of war, he was given a commission as sub-lieu-tenant in the Hoo 1 Battalion ol the Royal Naval Division, and took part in the expedition to Antwerp. In February he sailed tor the Dardanelles.' Although lie did not die in action—his death was due to sunstroke, and ho was buried at Lemnos—-he died as truly for Ids country as the men of Ids glorious sonnets. The sonnets , we printed appeared while lie was on j active service, and we can read it again with a new thrill: — ( If 1 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, Cave, once, her flowers of love, her ways to roam, A body of England’s breathing English air, Washed by the river, blest by suns of home.