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.
DEAD MAN’S DUMP
The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,