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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child Impaled</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Beside the path, on either hand,<br>To keep the garden beds,<br>The rusted iron pickets stand<br>Thin shafts and pointed heads.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And straight my spirit swooping goes<br>Across the waves of time<br>Till I'm a little boy who knows<br>A fence is made to climb;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And bed and lawn and gloomy space<br>By thicket overgrown<br>Are wonderlands where I may trace<br>The beckoning Unknown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But O the cruelty that strikes<br>My elder heart with dread<br>The writhing form upon the spikes,<br>The trickled pool of red!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, every day I pass and see<br>The fence the urchin scales,<br>The little boy stands up in me<br>To curse the iron rails.</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+Le+Gay+Brereton">John Le Gay Brereton</a></strong></div>

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