' Here are houses,' he moaned,
'I could reach, but my brain swims.'
Then they thundered and flashed,
And shook the earth to its rims.
'They are gunpits,' he gasped,
'Our men are at the guns.
Water! . . . Water! . . , Oh, water !
For one of England's dying sons.'
' We cannot give you water,
Were all England in your breath.'
' Water! . .. Water! . . . Oh, water !'
fie moaned and swooned to death,
The Dying Soldier
Isaac Rosenberg
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Poem topics: breath, death, earth, brain, reach, I love you, I miss you, water, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Joy Newman : I love this poem it is so sad and I think of my father who fought in World War One. I will always love England even though I live in America my heart is always there.
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