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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dying Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He could not die when trees were green, <br>For he loved the time too well.<br>His little hands, when flowers were seen,<br>Were held for the bluebell,<br>As he was carried o'er the green.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;<br>He knew those children of the spring:<br>When he was well and on the lea<br>He held one in his hands to sing,<br>Which filled his heart with glee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Infants, the children of the spring!<br>How can an infant die<br>When butterflies are on the wing,<br>Green grass, and such a sky?<br>How can they die at spring?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He held his hands for daisies white,<br>And then for violets blue,<br>And took them all to bed at night<br>That in the green fields grew,<br>As childhood's sweet delight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then he shut his little eyes,<br>And flowers would notice not;<br>Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise,<br>He now no blossoms got;<br>They met with plaintive sighs.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419497" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When winter came and blasts did sigh,<br>And bare were plain and tree,<br>As he for ease in bed did lie<br>His soul seemed with the free,<br>He died so quietly.</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=John+Clare">John Clare</a></strong></div>

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