GOD, I am travelling out to death's sea, I who exulted in sunshine and laughter, Dreamed not of dying -- death is such waste of me! -- Grant me one prayer: Doom not the hereafter Of mankind to war, as though I had died not -- I who, in battle, my comrade's arm linking, Shouted and sang, life in my pulses hot Throbbing and dancing! Let not my sinking In dark be for naught, my death a vain thing! God, let me know it the end of man's fever! Make my last breath a bugle call, carrying Peace o'er the valleys and cold hills for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH FANCY-LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE DANTE AND ARIOSTO by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN OF PAPA AL by OUIDA LOUISE CHEYNEY COMBINATIONS by CATHERINE CATE COBLENTZ THE SOUL'S DESTROYER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE GERALDINES by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS |