<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Soldier's Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last night as I toasted<br>My wet feet and roasted<br>A small bit of beef by a similar blaze,<br>While nought but the wheezings,<br>The snorings, and sneezings<br>Of comrades grouping in Dreamland's haze<br>Disturbed the fine vision -<br>The picture Elysian -<br>That Fancy's weird wand conjured up to my thought,<br>As she stood like a spooke,<br>In a garb of blue smoke,<br>And amid the hot embers her wonders she wrought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adown a highway<br>We were marching so gay<br>An army with banners bedecked o'er and o'er<br>With the brightest garlands<br>Wove by fairest of hands,<br>While a flaming bouquet stuck in each musket bore.<br>Each triumphal arch<br>It met on the march<br>Was blazoned with 'Peace'; 'Welcome home each loved one';<br>While maid, wife, and mother<br>Would with rapture discover<br>And rush out to meet lover, husband, and son!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I forgot all my sore toes -<br>Nay, all of my woes -<br>As I sprang to the threshold and clasped her dear waist;<br>And every campaign<br>I'd gone over again<br>To get from those ripe lips another such taste.<br>But as I flew to her<br>I dropped my fine skewer,<br>And with it my supper. I mastered my grief<br>As the vanishing vision<br>of joy's Elysian,<br>But I couldn't get over the loss of the beef!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><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=345637" data-title="A Soldier's Dream de Anonymous Americas" data-description="Last night as I toasted My wet feet and roasted A small bit of beef by a similar blaze, While nought but the wheezings, The snorings, and sneezings Of comrades grouping in Dreamland's haze Disturbed the fine vision - The picture Elysian - That Fan..."></div> </div> </div>

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