<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529594" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Soldier's Wifes.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last! In sight of home again, <br> Of home again; <br>No more to range and roam again <br> As at that bygone time? <br>No more to go away from us <br> And stay from us? - <br>Dawn, hold not long the day from us, <br> But quicken it to prime! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now all the town shall ring to them, <br> Shall ring to them, <br>And we who love them cling to them <br> And clasp them joyfully; <br>And cry, &quot;O much we'll do for you <br> Anew for you, <br>Dear Loves!--aye, draw and hew for you, <br> Come back from oversea.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some told us we should meet no more, <br> Should meet no more; <br>Should wait, and wish, but greet no more <br> Your faces round our fires; <br>That, in a while, uncharily <br> And drearily <br>Men gave their lives--even wearily, <br> Like those whom living tires. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now you are nearing home again, <br> Dears, home again; <br>No more, may be, to roam again <br> As at that bygone time, <br>Which took you far away from us <br> To stay from us; <br>Dawn, hold not long the day from us, <br> But quicken it to prime!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</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=529594" data-title="Song of the Soldier's Wifes. de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at that bygone time? No more to go away from us And stay from us? - Dawn, hold not long the day from us, But quicken it to prime! II Now all the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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