<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Only Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing,<br>What of the dales tonight?<br>In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing,<br>What ring of festal lights?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In the great window as the day was dwindling<br>I saw an old man stand;<br>His head was proudly held and his eyes kindling,<br>But the list shook in his hand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O wind of twilight, was there no word uttered,<br>No sound of joy or wail?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A great fight and a good death,' he muttered;<br>'Trust him, he would not fail.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What of the chamber dark where she was lying<br>For whom all life is done?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying<br>'My son, my little son.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</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=519278" data-title="The Only Son de Sir Henry Newbolt" data-description="O bitter wind toward the sunset blowing, What of the dales tonight? In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing, What ring of festal lights? In the great window as the day was dwindling I saw an old man stand; His head was proudly held and hi..."></div> </div> </div>

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