The Dying Soldier
THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG
'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... O water For one of England's dying sons.'
'We cannot give you water Were all England in your breath.' 'Water!... Water!...O! Water!' He moaned and swooned to death.
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|Author||Rosenberg, Isaac (1890-1918)|
|Title||The Dying Soldier|
|Copyright||The Isaac Rosenberg Literary Estate. Preliminaries and editorial matter omitted.|
|First line||'Here are houses', he moaned,|
|Publication source||The Collected Poems of Isaac Rosenberg|
|Publication editor||Bottomley, Gordon and Harding, Denys|
|Publishers||Chatto Windus Ltd.|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|