<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374808" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The One At Home</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don told me that he loved me dear <br>Where down the range Whioola pours; <br>And when I laughed and would not hear <br>He flung away to fight the wars. <br>He flung away—how should he know <br>My foolish heart was dancin' so? <br>How should he know that at his word <br>My soul was trillin' like a bird? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went out in the cannon smoke. <br>He did not seek to ask me why. <br>Again each day my poor heart broke <br>To see the careless post go by. <br>I cared not for their Emperors— <br>For me there was this in the wars; <br>My brown boy in the shell-clouds dim, <br>And savage devils killin' him! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They told me on the field he fell, <br>And far they bore him from the fight, <br>But he is whole—he will be well <br>Now in a ward by day and night <br>A fair, tall nurse with slim, neat hands <br>By his white bedside smilin' stands; <br>His brow with trailin fingertips <br>She soothes, and damps his fevered lips! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know her not, but I can see <br>How blue her great eyes are, and hear <br>The cooin' of her voice as she <br>Speaks gentle comfort to my dear; <br>With love as sweet as mother's care <br>She heals his wounds, she strokes his hair… <br>O God, could I but let him see <br>The hate of her consumin' me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</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=374808" data-title="The One At Home de Edward George Dyson" data-description="Don told me that he loved me dear Where down the range Whioola pours; And when I laughed and would not hear He flung away to fight the wars. He flung away—how should he know My foolish heart was dancin' so? How should he know that at his w..."></div> </div> </div>

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