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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Convalescent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . So I walked among the willows very quietly all night;<br>There was no moon at all, at all; no timid star alight;<br>There was no light at all, at all; I wint from tree to tree,<br>And I called him as his mother called, but he nivver answered me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh I called him all the night-time, as I walked the wood alone;<br>And I listened and I listened, but I nivver heard a moan;<br>Then I found him at the dawnin', when the sorry sky was red:<br>I was lookin' for the livin', but I only found the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure I know that it was Shamus by the silver cross he wore;<br>But the bugles they were callin', and I heard the cannon roar.<br>Oh I had no time to tarry, so I said a little prayer,<br>And I clasped his hands together, and I left him lyin' there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the birds are singin', singin', and I'm home in Donegal,<br>And it's Springtime, and I'm thinkin' that I only dreamed it all;<br>I dreamed about that evil wood, all crowded with its dead,<br>Where I knelt beside me brother when the battle-dawn was red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where I prayed beside me brother ere I wint to fight anew:<br>Such dreams as these are evil dreams; I can't believe it's true.<br>Where all is love and laughter, sure it's hard to think of loss . . .<br>But mother's sayin' nothin', and she clasps -- a silver cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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