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.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Rupert Brooke. 1887–1915
A heavenly view from the ancient Long Stone (below) which overlooks the sea from a hilltop above Mottistone Gardens, Isle of Wight. Mottistone is a National Trust property, and well worth a visit, not least for The Shack, a deco-era 'sorta' man-shed to be proud of.