Rupert Brooke, a First World War veteran, is a war poet who exalts the honor of war. A British patriot who excels in the glory of England, who at that time ruled an empire where the sun never sets. His ultimate vow, before he goes to the battlefield to defend the honor of his country, is his heartfelt desire to mark the spot where he may fall dead as the boundary stone of the newly extended British Imperial Empire. That spot shall also be his burial ground and his final resting place.
Just as the body returns, earth to earth and dust to dust, that burial spot shall concealed the richer dust from his corpse which was once bore by England herself and brought up in the orthodox English ways. A child who grew up under the English sunshine, bathe in the English rivers, breathing the fresh air of the English countryside and whose destiny is shaped by the nation itself.
His preceding desire is for all present and future generations to think that his heart is reconciled to the good of his country with no evil intentions hidden, but a lively mind in the afterlife which will project the fondest thoughts given by England. The sights and sounds that are experienced by the poet in his younger days and the boyhood dreams that are as clear as the day, the laughter of youth from the circle of friends and that gentleness of heart, whose soul will rest in peace under an English heaven.