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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The brook</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I looked in the brook and saw a face -<br>Heigh-ho, but a child was I!<br>There were rushes and willows in that place,<br>And they clutched at the brook as the brook ran by;<br>And the brook it ran its own sweet way,<br>As a child doth run in heedless play,<br>And as it ran I heard it say:<br>"Hasten with me<br>To the roistering sea<br>That is wroth with the flame of the morning sky!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I look in the brook and see a face -<br>Heigh-ho, but the years go by!<br>The rushes are dead in the old-time place,<br>And the willows I knew when a child was I.<br>And the brook it seemeth to me to say,<br>As ever it stealeth on its way -<br>Solemnly now, and not in play:<br>"Oh, come with me<br>To the slumbrous sea<br>That is gray with the peace of the evening sky!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heigh-ho, but the years go by -<br>I would to God that a child were I!</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=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a></strong></div>

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