The Only Son
O Bitter wind toward the sunset blowing, What of the dales to-night? In yonder gray old hall what fires are glowing, What ring of festal light? "In the great window as the day was dwindling I saw an old man stand; His head was proudly held and his eyes kindling, But the list shook in his hand." O wind of twilight, was there no word uttered, No sound of joy or wail? "'A great fight and a good death,' he muttered; 'Trust him, he would not fail.'" What of the chamber dark where she was lying; For whom all life is done? "Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying 'My son, my ltttle son.'"
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"O Bitter wind toward the sunset blowing,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Henry John Newbolt, Sir delivers a powerful performance in "The Only Son"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...