<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/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">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374336" data-title="The Giant Puff-Ball de Edmund Blunden" data-description="From what sad star I know not, but I found Myself new-born below the coppice rail, No bigger than the dewdrops and as round, In a soft sward, no cattle might assail. And so I gathered mightiness and grew With this one dream kindling in me, that I..."></div> </div> </div>

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