<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Killed at the Ford</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is dead, the beautiful youth,<br>The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,<br>He, the life and light of us all,<br>Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,<br>Whom all eyes followed with one consent,<br>The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant word,<br>Hushed all murmurs of discontent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only last night, as we rode along,<br>Down the dark of the mountain gap,<br>To visit the picket-guard at the ford,<br>Little dreaming of any mishap,<br>He was humming the words of some old song:<br>'Two red roses he had on his cap<br>And another he bore at the point of his sword.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sudden and swift a whistling ball<br>Came out of a wood, and the voice was still;<br>Something I heard in the darkness fall,<br>And for a moment my blood grew chill;<br>I spoke in a whisper, as he who speaks<br>In a room where some one is lying dead;<br>But he made no answer to what I said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We lifted him up to his saddle again,<br>And through the mire and the mist and the rain<br>Carried him back to the silent camp,<br>And laid him as if asleep on his bed;<br>And I saw by the light of the surgeon's lamp<br>Two white roses upon his cheeks,<br>And one, just over his heart, blood red!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I saw in a vision how far and fleet<br>That fatal bullet went speeding forth,<br>Till it reached a town in the distant North,<br>Till it reached a house in a sunny street,<br>Till it reached a heart that ceased to beat<br>Without a murmur, without a cry;<br>And a bell was tolled in that far-off town,<br>For one who had passed from cross to crown,<br>And the neighbors wondered that she should die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a> from <i>Flower-de-Luce</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336367" data-title="Killed at the Ford de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="He is dead, the beautiful youth,/The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,/He, the life and light of us all,/Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,/Whom all eyes followed with one consent,/The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant word,/Hushed ..."></div> </div> </div>

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