All The Little Emptiness Of

And I Shall Find Some Girl Perhaps, And A Better One Than You, With Eyes As Wise, But Kindlier, And Lips As Soft, But True, And I Dare Say She Will Do.

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

But Only Agony, And That Has Ending; And The Worst Friend And Enemy Is But Death.

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.

If I Should Die, Think Only This Of Me: That There's Some Corner Of A Foreign Field That Is Forever England. There Shall Be In That Rich Earth A Richer Dust Concealed; A Dust Whom England Bore, Shaped, Made Aware, 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.