"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! " He moaned and swooned to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RECESSIONAL (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES |