John Whitaker Watson

  • Wounded to Death

              STEADY, boys, steady!
              Keep your arms ready,
    God only knows whom we may meet here.
              Don’t let me be taken;
              I ’d rather awaken,
    To-morrow, in—no matter where,
    Than lie in that foul prison-hole—over there....

  • Beautiful Snow

    O The SNOW, the beautiful snow,
    Filling the sky and the earth below!
    Over the house-tops, over the street,
    Over the heads of the people you meet,
              Dancing,
                Flirting,
                  Skimming along.
    Beautiful snow! it can...