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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Giant Puff-Ball</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From what sad star I know not, but I found<br>Myself new-born below the coppice rail,<br>No bigger than the dewdrops and as round,<br>In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And so I gathered mightiness and grew<br>With this one dream kindling in me, that I<br>Should never cease from conquering light and dew<br>Till my white splendour touched the trembling sky.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A century of blue and stilly light<br>Bowed down before me, the dew came again,<br>The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,<br>The sun returned and long abode; but then</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hoarse drooping darkness hung me with a shroud<br>And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.<br>Red morning stole beneath a grinning cloud,<br>And suddenly clambering over dike and thorn</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A half-moon host of churls with flags and sticks<br>Hallooed and hurtled up the partridge brood,<br>And Death clapped hands from all the echoing thicks,<br>And trampling envy spied me where I stood;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who haled me tired and quaking, hid me by,<br>And came again after an age of cold,<br>And hung me in the prison-house adry<br>From the great crossbeam. Here defiled and old</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374336" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I perish through unnumbered hours, I swoon,<br>Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;<br>And all my hopes must with my body soon<br>Be but as crouching dust and wind-blown sand.</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=Edmund+Blunden">Edmund Blunden</a></strong></div>

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