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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507820" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the Wars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that I am ta'en away<br>And may not see another day<br>What is it to my eye appears?<br>What sound rings in my stricken ears?<br>Not even the voice of any friend<br>Or eyes beloved-world-without-end,<br>But scenes and sounds of the country-side<br>In far England across the tide:<br>An upland field when spring's begun,<br>Mellow beneath the evening sun….<br>A circle of loose and lichened wall<br>Over which seven red pines fall….<br>An orchard of wizen blossoming trees<br>Wherein the nesting chaffinches<br>Begin again the self-same song<br>All the late April day-time long….<br>Paths that lead a shelving course<br>Between the chalk scarp and the gorse<br>By English downs; and oh! too well<br>I hear the hidden, clanking bell<br>Of wandering sheep…. I see the brown<br>Twilight of the huge, empty down<br>Soon blotted out! for now a lane<br>Glitters with warmth of May-time rain.<br>And on a shooting briar I see<br>A yellow bird who sings to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O yellow-hammer, once I heard<br>Thy yaffle when no other bird<br>Could to my sunk heart comfort bring;<br>But now I could not have thee sing<br>So sharp thy note is with the pain<br>Of England I may not see again!<br>Yet sing thy song: there answereth<br>Deep in me a voice which saith:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'The gorse upon the twilit down,<br>The English loam so sunset brown,<br>The bowed pines and the sheep-bells' clamour,<br>The wet, lit lane and the yellow-hammer,<br>The orchard and the chaffinch song<br>Only to the Brave belong.<br>And he shall lose their joy for aye<br>If their price he cannot pay.<br>Who shall find them dearer far<br>Enriched by blood alter long war.<br>'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Nichols">Robert Nichols</a><div class=q>
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And may not see another day
What is it to my eye appears?
What sound rings in my stricken ears?
Not even the voice of any friend
Or eyes beloved-world-without-end,
But scenes and sounds of the country-side
In far England a..."></div>
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