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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Only Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew<br>For she heard a whimper under the sill and a great grey paw came through.<br>The fresh flame comforted the hut and shone on the roof-beam,<br>And the Only Son lay down again and dreamed that he dreamed a dream.<br>The last ash fell from the withered log with the click of a falling spark,<br>And the Only Son woke up again, and called across the dark:--<br>&quot;Now was I born of womankind and laid in a mother's breast?<br>For I have dreamed of a shaggy hide whereon I went to rest.<br>And was I born of womankind and laid on a father's arm?<br>For I have dreamed of clashing teeth that guarded me from harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And was I born an Only Son and did I play alone?<br>For I have dreamed of comrades twain that bit me to the bone.<br>And did I break the barley-cake and steep it in the tyre?<br>For I have dreamed of a youngling kid new-riven from the byre:<br>For I have dreamed of a midnight sky and a midnight call to blood<br>And red-mouthed shadows racing by, that thrust me from my food.<br>'Tis an hour yet and an hour yet to the rising of the moon,<br>But I can see the black roof-tree as plain as it were noon.<br>'Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the trooping blackbuck go;<br>But I can hear the little fawn that bleats behind the doe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Tis a league and a league to the Lena Falls where the crop and the upland meet,<br>But I Can smell the wet dawn-wind that wakes the sprouting wheat.<br>Unbar the door. I may not bide, but I must out and see <br>If those are wolves that wait outside or my own kin to me!&quot;<br>. . . . . <br>She loosed the bar, she slid the bolt, she opened the door anon,<br>And a grey bitch-wolf came out of the dark and fawned on the Only Son!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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