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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>All Quiet along the Potomac</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ALL quiet along the Potomac," they say,<br> "Except, now and then, a stray picket<br>Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro,<br> By a rifleman hid in the thicket.<br>'Tis nothing—a private or two now and then<br> Will not count in the news of the battle;<br>Not an officer lost—only one of the men<br> Moaning out all alone the death-rattle."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All quiet along the Potomac to-night,<br> Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming;<br>Their tents, in the rays of the clear autumn moon<br> Or the light of the watch-fire, are gleaming.<br>A tremulous sigh of the gentle night-wind<br> Through the forest-leaves softly is creeping,<br>While stars up above, with their glittering eyes,<br> Keep guard, for the army is sleeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread<br> As he trams form the rock to the fountain,<br>And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed<br> Far away in the cot on the mountain.<br>His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim,<br> Grows gentle with memories tender<br>As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep—<br> For their mother; may Heaven defend her!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then,<br> That night when the love yet unspoken<br>Leaped up to his lips—when low-murmured vows<br> Were pledged to be ever unbroken.<br>Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes,<br> He dashes off tears that are welling,<br>And gathers his gun closer up to its place,<br> As if to keep down the heart-swelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree,<br> The footstep is lagging and weary;<br>Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light,<br> Toward the shade of the forest so dreary.<br>Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves?<br> Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing?<br>It looked like a rifle—"Ha! Mary, good-bye!"<br> The red life-blood is ebbing and plashing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All quiet along the Potomac to-night,<br> No sound save the rush of the river;<br>While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead—<br> The picket's off duty for ever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ethel+Lynn+Beers">Ethel Lynn Beers</a> from <i>All Quiet along the Potomac and other poems</i><div class=q>
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