{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"101 Exiles","title":"Rupert Brooke.  The Soilder.   ","html":"<iframe width=\"100%\" height=\"180\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\" seamless src=\"https://share.transistor.fm/e/48022a51\"></iframe>","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":102,"description":"If I should die, think only this of me:      That there’s some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever 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.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.","thumbnail_url":null,"thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}