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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374335" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies<br>On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;<br>Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries<br>That I sang for delight as I followed the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sang for delight in the ripening of spring,<br>For dandelions even were suns come to earth;<br>Not a moment went by but a new lark took wing<br>To wait on the season with melody's mirth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love-making birds were my mates all the road,<br>And who would wish surer delight for the eye<br>Than to see pairing goldfinches gleaming abroad<br>Or yellowhammers sunning on paling and sty?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And stocks in the almswomen's garden were blown,<br>With rich Easter roses each side of the door;<br>The lazy white owls in the glade cool and lone<br>Paid calls on their cousins in the elm's chambered core.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This peace, then, and happiness thronged me around.<br>Nor could I go burdened with grief, but made merry<br>Till I came to the gate of that overgrown ground<br>Where scarce once a year sees the priest come to bury.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the mounds stood the nettles in pride,<br>And, where no fine flowers, there kind weeds dared to wave;<br>It seemed but as yesterday she lay by my side,<br>And now my dog ate of the grass on her grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He licked my hand wondering to see me muse so,<br>And wished I would lead on the journey or home,<br>As though not a moment of spring were to go<br>In brooding; but I stood, if her spirit might come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tell me her life, since we left her that day<br>In the white lilied coffin, and rained down our tears;<br>But the grave held no answer, though long I should stay;<br>How strange that this clay should mingle with hers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I called my good dog, and went on my way;<br>Joy's spirit shone then in each flower I went by,<br>And clear as the noon, in coppice and ley,<br>Her sweet dawning smile and her violet eye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Blunden">Edmund Blunden</a><div class=q>
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Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
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