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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/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"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><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.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>O wind of twilight, was there no word uttered,<br>No sound of joy or wail?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'A great fight and a good death,' he muttered;<br>'Trust him, he would not fail.''</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>What of the chamber dark where she was lying<br>For whom all life is done?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519278" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying<br>'My son, my little son.''</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=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a></strong></div>