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What man has bent o’er his son’s sleep, to brood
How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?
Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes,
Of what her kiss was when his father wooed?

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From “The House of Life: Sonnet XXIX” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

The picture was taken at Dromoland Castle, Ireland.