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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Swan Of Dijon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I was in Dijon when the war's wild blast<br>Was at its loudest; when there was no sound<br>From dawn to dawn, save soldiers marching past,<br>Or rattle of their wagons in the street.<br>When every engine whistle would repeat<br>Persistently, with meaning tense, profound,<br>'We carry men to slaughter' or 'we bring<br>Remnants of men back as war's offering.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>And there in Dijon, the out-gazing eye<br>Grew weary of the strife-suggesting scene;<br>But, searching, found one quiet spot hard by<br>Where war was not; a little lake whereon<br>Moved leisurely a stately, tranquil swan,<br>Majestic and imposing, yet serene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=384688" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I was in Dijon, when no sound or sight<br>Woke thoughts of peace, save this one speck of white,<br>Sailing 'neath skies of menace, unafraid<br>While silver fountains for his pleasure played.<br>Dear Swan of Dijon, it was your good part<br>To rest a tired heart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a></strong></div>

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